They should pay me pain and suffering for getting that song in my head.
Anyone recognize this? It was big in 1997 or so. Any takers? Ok, then.
Those lyrics belong to Freak Nasty’s “Da Dip,” which is a song we haven’t thought about in a good 20 years, easy. When nostalgia comes back, it hits like a tidal wave.
What do you mean? (That's a Bieber reference, for those of you smart enough not to know.)
Beliebers would not be on board with that, but it’s likely that the tip jar creator here doesn’t really care what Beliebers think. How much cash would you toss into that jar?
It does a body good.
You see what they did there; it’s obvious. They guilt you (somewhat) into paying out their tips. It’s underhanded, brilliant, and wonderful all at the same time. Now pay up and exorcise those demons.
No contest, right?
This could start a flat-out riot on the streets outside this shop. Clearly, this person knows that these characters represent two of the most fiercely loyal fan bases out there. I hope whoever’s at the register brought a helmet. It could turn into a doozy of a day.
Now this is a story...
It’s like a Choose Your Own Adventure plotline with real-life Will Smith as the main character! What’s not to like? I’d resurrect his rap career. There are too many fond memories of his early rhymes for me to choose otherwise.