Snoop Dogg was on Late Night the other night and whipped out his unfathomably cool car.
The charm of Snoop’s ridonkulous toys reminds me of my dad’s appreciation for Elvis’ tackiness. He was just a normal dude with way more money than his station in life would ever have delivered him—buying ridick shit because, well, peanut butter-and-banana sandwiches can only set you back so many dollars, and what to do with the left over cash?
I also get the sense that neither of them spend/spent much time around caring friends/in their right minds. Hm.
P. S. That symbol on Snoop’s chest distinguishes him as the Snooperman. Not a joke; he said so himself on Conan.
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