Look, I don't know what's going on here, but I feel like I accidentally walked into a situation that requires a lawyer and a backstory. I swear I was minding my own damn business. I was! But now it looks like I've got a whole dramatic monologue loading up. I promise I didn't do whatever they think I did. Shit, I promise I didn't do whatever you think I did! I just showed up with good posture, look at me. But now it's suspicious, and everybody else looks stressed. You see him? Probably not, because stereo doesn't allow the width of the whole damn video to be seen. But that doesn't matter now, does it? It's implied. Let me just tell you, everybody else around me looks stressed and I look like I'm waiting on my headshot approval. I don't know what the charges are, but I do know the lighting's working in my favor. If confidence was evidence, I'd at least need a public defender. Look at me. I'm a star, mama.

Aback! This is literally one of my all-time favorite films. Benicio Del Toro's character, oh man, I was in love with him. Oh, I had a crush on Benicio, especially back then. And this scene, what the fuck? Oh, Priceless!

Yo saw this twice yo, yo saw this twice this was good. I love that movie I have a bit where I have somebody behind me drop a background That's all white with hash marks like that and i tell people, you know stand next to me and depending on what we're wearing Do we look like trustworthy people or not? Because the clothes that you wear say a lot about you your usual suspect or not man. Great one. Hey back