This isn’t some random kid getting a lap dance. It’s P. Diddy’s kid Justin Combs. When I was his age, I was playing with Ninja Turtles and deciding which juice box I wanted to drink. There wasn’t a vaccine for cooties either. Sure, you could say you had one, but you knew that once you got the cooties there were no give backs. No my friends, lap dances for me would come later in life accompanied by a two drink minimum. A small price to pay for a handful of cellulite that’s been grinding on the stained pants of hundreds of other men. More after the jump.