you're a real meat and potatoes, straight up and down, beef Wellington, don't trust the Argies, d--- in the vagina, Cheddar cheese and chicken tikka masala man.
You're a Vans Half Cab, black griptape on the top, Indy Standard 144, don't trust the Riptides, FS 50-50 the ledge, Kickflip and BS Noseslide man.
I imagine the inner monologue of the pros who took Cariuma shoe deal went something like this:
I've sold out. A little bit of me has died.
But you know what? A lot of me doesn't give a shit.