I cannot believe that he's twenty-five today. I remember when he was seventeen and the hottest piece of ass I'd ever seen. He really, really was. He called in to Miami's Y-100 today and spoke a bit about Paris ... his fake ghetto accent has lifted a little, maybe he really is growing up.
But despite it all, he still sounds seventeen or eighteen. TWENTY FIVE.
(Photo courtesy of Not-like-you.com)
He's still got it, and I'm still lovin' it.
Let's all hold hands now and sing Happy NaNa, Happy NaNa hey hey ...
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