Willie The Kid said “ummmm…” and poof (!)…he was teleported into a world of deep-shaded, velvet robes, marble counters, and menage a trois. He then said “ummm” again, and poof (!! …again), he was in the same apartment, filled with his preferred type of female companionship, bottles of that “top shelf,” and a few of his people…plus a DJ. Was it a rent party? Where was Al B. Sure? Was this Al B. Sure’s rent party? Was he borrowing Al B. Sure’s velvet robe? What is going on in Grand Rapids, Michigan?!
“How Lovely/Al B. Sure Dart”
Was that a sniper rifle at the 2:45 mark?!