For a long, long time, I, like a lot of people, disliked Pitbull immensely. This somewhat had to do with his subpar dance moves, but mostly had to do with his sudden self-appointed promotion. Mr. 305 suddenly evolving into Mr. Wordwide showed little to no respect for middle management and/or the process of proper human advancement, and the whole thing seemed pretty pretentious and unjustified.
But then, that internet prank business sent him up to Kodiak Alaska, and he embraced it fully. All of sudden, it didn't even bother me that he started making bottles of Bud Light appear out of nowhere. He seemed to have morphed from the dude who's too reluctant to admit he's no longer with it, to the lovably deluded, yet underratedly smart uncle who toes the line perfectly between sincerity and self-parody.
Now though, a crazy new plot twist: Mr. Worldwide has remixed one of the early favorites for song of the summer. It's music, technically.
[H/T: That New Jam]