This is how we roll

When we roll, we do so through a gate and past a guard station. But this ain't no Checkpoint Charlie--there are brass dear frolicking in a fountain, and tasteful concrete benches for poetry writing.

When we chill, we do so in a mansion. Our mansion is not big enough nor clean enough. This is the tragedy of California--you have to hire Mexicans to do what Eastern Europeans can do so much better.

When we roll, we roll in a Lexus. Please do not roll down the windows. There is a fire nearby.