One more day of ‘laziness’ from me here as I attend to personal matters.
At this point, I’m fairly confident the bass voiced backup singer who shows up is not one of my jheri curled uncles.
But it was the 80s man, so that’s ‘fairly’, not completely…
The stiff choreography, the general appreciation for all things shiny . . . . it’s taking me back. I can almost smell the Polo cologne in the air.
POLO!!!! Oh man LOLOLOLOL!