023: why you ramble, noone knows

Ain't nothing like a brunch thang after a night of beerz & bikez, so we hit up Kos in the market with Mansa and friends. One of those mornings where you can barely talk and you just wanna keep your head down until you've had a cup of tea and some toast. Thankfully that wasn't all.
I got some tasty eggys florry and was stoked. Actually, the whole table seemed pretty content.

Oh tea, all I want is you.



Food started to arrive...



Look who showed up!


Hey. Let's ride.


Breakfast of Champions


Watermelon vs. Greasy hair. GO!


Mansa was my hero all morning. I saw her down at least 4 caesers while we were there. And we showed up late! At this moment, everyone is laughing because she just told us about her childhood friend Jill who lost all her hair in grade 3 and would rock out to L'il Kim in her fluffy pink bedroom. Why wasn't I friends with Jill? Damn.


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On another note, here's my favourite Jew. I was singing along to his songs before I could tell time.


Go Tom, way to be eternally relevant!
Bai.