Fo' Shizzle

Is this for real? I can picture the slack-jawed, ill-complectioned, shoelace-supported baggy pants wearing, enormous stinky-moist sneaker skulking, and penis-driven white suburban boy who writes this all too well. Wanna bet his Korn, 50 Cent, and Thrasher poster-plastered bedroom is dank and smells of weed and spunk and sweat socks?

206, please! (Seattle, Washington -- I just looked it up -- yes, he is surely living smack in the middle of the ghetto...)