Mostly Toasty and the Breakfast Brigade
I used to not give a fig how I looked while chillin’ at home. I’d dress in a pair of old pants and any bright, garish shirt from my yesteryear that I wouldn’t be caught dead in outside nowadays. But that has changed since Nia moved in. You see, she has friends. Friends she ocassionally brings over to Casa Fiesta. Gay ones. And a brotha can’t be lookin’ all toe up when dey’s homos in the house, youknowwhatI’msayin’? A cute pair of PJ bottoms and a sporty shirt is my new outfit du noir.
I wonder if a Chuck E. Cheese’s token from the ’80s would still work today?
I confess: When it came out, I loved "The Macarena".
John Mayer is beautiful.
