So a Rapper Walks Into a House Party…

“One time when I was 17, I fell asleep on [a friend’s] couch, drunk, in my boxers. When he knocked on the window, I jumped out of the window, went to this house party already drunk, and somehow cut my foot on something. I was bleeding all over this person’s house, in my boxers, dick hanging out every-[bleeping]-where. At a house party. In the middle of the winter. In my underwear.”
 — Creative Loafing oddly ended a list of Yelawolf’s top five Atlanta hangouts with this glorious tale that proves one person’s dream is another person’s nightmare.