The Year of the Gangsta

2018 (in the few days it has been so far) is shaping up to be the Year of the Gangsta.  Not the year of the rooster or the pig or whatever your Chinese restaurant placemat says.  I officially declare it the year of the Gangsta.  Not gangster.  GANGSTA!

To wit:

And if you don’t know the difference, then you better ask around.  Because it’s legit different — just ask the judges on Jeopardy.

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