Wanna be a baller, shot caller, twenty inch blades on the Impala
I've recently come to the conclusion that I can no longer shop for Togers. He's 16, and like most 16 year olds these days, dresses kinda like a douche.
He claims he's in style. I have my doubts. Maybe I'm just old, but whatever. My point is, I had to make sure he put together a Christmas list so that I didn't purchase something that he didn't want or wouldn't wear.
He created a wish list out of photos he found online and put them in a folder on my desktop. Here are its contents: