You can't spell "classy" without "Dallas", or something like that

During the course of 12 hours today, I saw a guy relaxing in his car in the parking lot of Big Lots, enjoying a nice cool 16 oz can of Colt 45 through a purple straw.

Then, while driving near downtown, I saw a crackhead drop her pants on a busy street, bend over and let out a stream of firehose proportions.

Yes ladies and gentlemen, these are just a few of the moments that give Dallas its international reputation.