I’ve smoked many many things in my day. But now that I’m 30, it’s time to take up another smokey hobby. All I need now is a red smoking jacket, a fez, and some suspender socks. Prepare yourself for a lot more fatherly advice and homespun wisdom from this old Hoop.
Personally, I’ll be reading a lot more about the Red Menace and complaining about that damn Anderson account.