Andre, STOP IT!

On that "I Do, I Do, I Do" Young Jeezy song (ask a teenager), when Andre comes in says something about kneeling on the dirty carpet, all "Bixby fresh," thus promoting his clothing line, I cringe every damn time.  Every time.

As a friend says, it's not fresh to look like a newsboy from 1928, really.

But then, he drifts off over the fadeout, all Prince-like, about how he and his enamorata-du-nuit will have a baby and "we'll call her Love 22..." and then I forgive him.  Again.

My life is complex.