I was hanging out with Deneb last night, we were talking about the biggest adult male schweinsteigers we had ever seen, then Enron turned the corner of the street driving his favorite stolen car, a 1993 Chrysler Le Baron. So ol' Deezey and I says, "Yo, let's roll hood rich like balotellis." Enron, not understanding Italien slang says back, "Gentle persons, I do not understand what this means!"
So Deezey and I go all "Pirlo-Vucinic Act" on him and jump and and down. Enron died.
Se saltelli, muore Enron.