My boy and and I went to go take a general inventory of things for this new poker room I'm gonna be managing.
We moved some boxes into a side room to make more space in one room and one box was full of black velour girls track suits.
My boss sees this and says:
"Hey you guys' interested in any of this shit?...I got these and haven't been able to 'move' 'em...ga'head...look at 'em! They're JUICY!! That's expensive shit man!"
Like, who solicits two grown men to buy Juicy velour girls tracksuits?
Did he really think we wanted to buy some gully-ass, dusty fuckin Juicy Couture track suits from some random card board box? It's like "Here honey, my boss offered me some merchandise he wanted to unload, so I picked you up a dirty, musty, velour tracksuit!"