Forrest Gump Jr. has found God

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Why is it when people realize they're assholes they turn it into an epiphany involving God?  Well seems like Forrest Gump Jr (aka son of Tom Hanks & Rita Wilson) and self-proclaimed king of White Boy Summer has been touched by the holy spirit. Just once I'd like for someone to admit they're a douche - the end. Move on. Go do good things to make the world a better place.

Anyway,  Cheeze Whiz Chet Haze has removed all old photos of himself on his IG to reveal a new photo featuring a giant tat of a cross on his chest as his sacrifice to serve the All Mighty. He continued his path of enlightenment by posting these gems of divine inspiration. I get the sense he wrote these while flexing in front of a mirror as Chants of the Benedictine Monks played in the background.


I will give Lambo guy credit for realizing he's a useless caricature. If a person is genuine in finding a greater entity that will help them get their shit together and be a productive citizen of the universe - then great. But I'm giving him the side-eye until further notice. 

I almost forgot: on his IG, he's also an entrepreneur who's accepting bookings. If you want him at your next party to recite scriptures, rap inspirational quotes, or share his business acumen he's available. 

 Source/ Photos: Greek City Times, Yahoo

 

 

 

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