Don’t tell me you got in trouble again with the law, but that your not that stupid!
C’mon Pac – you can’t be that damn dumb!
For those who are living under a rock, breaking news- AGAIN!, Pacman has another court date. Luckily this time no body was shot or shot at.
Apparently, Pacman was pulled over last month in his Orange Lamborghini at 8:30Am for a non registered vehicle and lack of proof on insurance.
Now I have a couple questions here – one being, why did a deputy determine he needed to run Pac’s license plate – racial profiling perhaps? Even though that is a different story altogether, it worked – mission accomplished. All the more reason for them to continue racial profiling – way to go Pac.
Now my questions to Pac is this – you can’t afford insurance on that Lambo that your fronting in? You can’t go get that whip registered? And why in the hell would you put a license plate from another car on your Lambo? And Orange Lambo at that – don’t you already have enough attention drawn to you for the wrong reason – and now you go put the wrong license plate on $150K ORANGE car. I just don’t get you man.
But most importantly – 8:30AM – were you coming home from the strip club or just getting up to go do something positive with your morning?
Either way, this guy always make you ask him questions that begin with “WHY?”. Why this? Why that? Why? Why? Why?
Pac, if no one around you has already told you so, allow me to do so – your blowing it brother… if you haven’t already blown it. I don’t know what type of people you have around you, but they need to protect you from your self as you obviously don’t have a clue how to protect yourself.
But you know what, I’m going to keep hope alive for you, I’m not going to give up on you. Not hoping that you get back on the football field sometime in the near future – but hoping that you get yourself together and perhaps one day become a contributing member of society. And I also hope you get some damn common sense too – cause you surely can use some.
I know if I was going through all the stuff that Pac was going through, the only way I would come out the house is if I had those dirty nasty skanks from the Flavor of Love Show chasing me around butt naked covered in hot oil and honey – then I would run out the house, lock the door and then set the place on fire with them still in it – I would be a damn hermit, locked away in the witness protection agency somewhere. You definitely wouldn’t catch me back in the strip club with some knuckle head friends shooting guns at people.