You can take the boy out of the country, but you can't keep the country out of the boy. From draft night to the photo above, Karl has been working hard at not giving a fuck. He wears cowboy boots like Jordans, he's never met a cowboy hat he didn't like, and he looks like the type to wear assless chaps around the crib. All he cares about is huntin' and gruntin'—for little Mexican girls, of course.
10. His Wardrobe Choices