I love freaking out squares by pulling up to the gradeschool blasting my old Fat Joe Da Gangsta CD.
“Is that a movie star or just the head of a powerful criminal organization?”
When we get out they’re all, “But he’s got a little girl with him! Is he CRAZY!?”
At least they might be like that if the music was actually loud and also if I didn’t mute the volume every time I remember a bad word is coming up.