Man on the Street: Will.i.am at Heathrow airport
Will.i.am strolled through Heathrow in an outfit that was like a mullet in clothing form: business up top and crazy stuff on the bottom. Check it:
No, Will.i.am. Just … no. We are not going to cosign your crazy pants. You’re going to have to own them and judging by the look on your face, the fact of their existence is causing you some mental anguish. Will.i.am, we say this in the non-gayest way possible, but you need to take off those pants. You’ve got luggage. You must have something in there you can put on that doesn’t look like hospital scrubs with a button fly. We also understand you may have some money at your disposal. That’s good. Because after you burn your pants in the sink of a Heathrow men’s room, you need to cleanse yourself of their negative energy by immediately going out and buying superior pants.
“Superior Pants” will be the name of our band. Also, we really like your jacket, Will.i.am.
Also also, Will.i.am is a pain in the ass to type.
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