This is just based on what I remember reading and my own theorizing, so don't take it to the bank. Basically, I think it's a good idea that just needed a trip back to the drawing board and some additional thinking behind it.
Oh, God, I've turned into That Guy. Now get the fuck off my lawn.
(Incidentally, being That Guy still doesn't make me wrong.)
Fuck that shit. I'm not carrying a messenger bag with a few thousand dollars worth of gear in it (not all personally owned, either) while I get so drunk I can't remember how to form sentences. I don't even get that...why would you do something so stupid? Lock it in your trunk or leave it at home, or...just don't be an idiot.
This kid would have been drummed out of our company the first time he did it, let alone given more chances to prove he wasn't trustworthy.
God, I miss it.
So you might be able to fire one live round in that fake pistol, but you'll wish you hadn't.
Alternatively, he looks like Jerome holding up the mirror for Morris Day during a Time performance.
And add to that the Corvette-chest hair-medallions connection.
And then (unrelated) the day that we brought our third son home from the hospital, we had gotten him dressed in a sleeper suit, put him in his crib, and my mother in law and I were admiring him when a tick crawled out from under him and started working its way up his leg. I was ready to set the room aflame after I got it off of him, just in case there were more.
That'd be like criticizing Tony Stewart for referring to his car as a Chevrolet.