An Ode To The O.G. Fuccbois: From J.F.K. To James Franco

You can thank Sean Paul for teaching you Spanglish, how to grind while sober, and, of course, everything you didn't need to know about prepubescent debauchery. Fast forward a few years and Sean Paul continues to embody everything any fuccboi could ever aspire to be. Just picture it - a man approaches you in a club (one in which everyone is either too old or too young to be there), it's dark (for whatever reason he's wearing fade-out aviators), his hands extend from his pelvis like a pair of dirty antlers, his hips slowly swing forward to the beat of overly zealous lights and regret, you're desperately trying to avoid eye contact, but for some reason he keeps telling you he has the right temperature to turn you on. Sounds like a scene of Fifty Shades of Grey written by Enrique Iglesias and Stephenie Meyer, doesn't it? 

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