Ok WHAT. I must be completely out of touch with youth pop culture of the times because I haven’t the slightest clue what a Pop ‘n’ Drop is. I must be getting old, too, because neither do I want to know what it is, nor are my nieces allowed anywhere near it. (Give me a break, it’s hard enough to tear them away from the insidious spell of Twilight and Real Housewhores).
Taller, more bedraggled version of Zach Galifianakis (if that’s possible) is picked up at the Canton-Akron airport by a Browns-jersey-wearing lady driving this limo and whisked off to the Hall of Fame game. Then again, hiring a limo driver who is also a bail agent is probably a good general rule of thumb.
At least the light was red when you took the picture.