Tudum!
Everyone is talking about the Tinder Swindler as if they themselves have not been swindling Sons of Adam from their rightful inheritance of the Garden of Eden? If it wasn’t for that other gender that kills horses, poor innocent horses, just so they can take their hair and use it as theirs, we would still be in the Garden of Eden walking naked with snakes. Sure, I know what you want to say, But you are still walking around with snakes. And that is true but I am talking about the original snakes, the Day Ones, the ones that that gender that doesn’t deserve Beyonce and Rihanna and Wabosha can talk to. In fact, before snakes started crawling and eating dust, they used to walk (some still do…they are reading this too). Now most snakes are there just crawling on their belly. Poor poor snakes.
Which reminds me, have you ever been catfished by a celebrity? When you meet someone who does not look like someone you should meet. Like no matter how much money Ali Kiba makes he will always look like Ali Kiba’s cousin who is trying to make it. Sigh. In studio we had Orawo Olave
(badass name), a damsel completely devoid of nonsense . . . dedicated to her craft, with the repository of an intimidating intellect, and all this housed in the body of Aphrodite. But guess what? She has a Jimmy Gait story and it is hilarious. You will never see Jimmy Gait the same again; heck, even Jimmy gait doesn’t see Jimmy Gait the same.
So if you meet me and I happened to describe Idris Elba but I look like a cross-breed of Dj Shiti and Science teacher Mr Nyamanche from Class Four West, please just focus on the girth of my snake…which never seemed to stop you from swiping right.
