Mug-Shot Monday: Classic American Stoner Faces in Full Effect
You spoke, we listened. Back by popular demand, welcome to this week's Mug-Shot Monday, a longstanding franchise focusing on the week's most eye-catching mugs from South Florida's tat heads, tough guys, derp faces, and femmes fatale.
That's An Interesting Decision, Isn't It?
That forehead piece right there? It's like those tattoos you see little kids pull out of a cereal box and then plastered onto their faces, and you're like, "Damn, that would be insane to get a real tattoo there." And now this.
"Hello . . .
. . . my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die."
Cedric here just went out for a quick eighteen on the country club golf course. Six months later, after the funeral, he wandered in. Got lost in the woods between the back and front nine. Killed the caddy with a 3 wood, turned him into jerky, that's how Cedric survived so long. Just like in 'Nam.