...pull your damn pants up, and stand up straight. And stop frickin' mumbling while you're at it; a little enunciation will double your apparent IQ. Oh, and take that metal crap out of your face before I find my rare-earth magnet, 'cause anything that'll lift an engine block off a lake bed is going to do nasty things to your burger-flipper-career accoutrement. "Tribal tattoos"? Give me a break. "18-y.o. Skinny White Kids From The 'Burbs" isn't any tribe I've heard of.
Kids these days... It's enough to make you want to go clothesline a skate wank right off his board.