A day trip featuring the northeast's favorite mother / son cassette riding superstars. Spend a few afternoons modeling and you'll know what I'm talking about. Jay-Z doesn't have shit on Oh Bear. When the little man throws his burps and gurgles into the crushing glitter frenzy, mama takes his hand and spreads a fine paste of black dal meat upon it. Sustenance. Breast milk for everyone! Second side plane ride to infinity. Tape slides smoothly in and out of a slick brown paper side sliced sleeve. Title stamped using hand carved letters, accompanied by confetti chalk splat.