As you know from television and trips to the mall food court, all wiggers are gratingly annoying and comically nonthreatening in every possible way. Look, I realize you think I’m supposed to be scared because you’re a 120 pound white guy in a Kobe jersey and Lil’ Wayne airbrushed on the jean shorts that come down to your ankles (we call those capris in case you’re wondering), but sorry, man. I’m not. I’m really not. I’d have a better chance of getting scared by riding a seesaw or watching a kitten jumping on a ball of yarn. Eek!
I don’t know why I just wrote all that. Maybe it’s because Kendra Wilkinson is a wigger? Who knows. But, look! Tits!