Business…respect the NFL’s gangsta.
Police–calm down.
Dude–calm down.
Now, a funny.  A couple of teenagers stopped by my door to get “votes” for some leadership contest they were in.  They said they had to show they were able to present themselves respectfully and professionally to get the votes.  I was down to help them out.
Until they told me they needed me to buy some books.  Lil’ suckers sandbagged me.  They ain’t want votes.  They wanted paper.
Anyway, I told them I was a strapped for cash, so I couldn’t help them out.  They gon’ learn not to come in the middle of the month.
Their reply?
“We don’t need cash.  Coins will work.”  Dude said this while he did a swiping motion with his hand.
Nice try, pimpin.