Sometimes when there’s a jazz quintet in the Macy’s men’s department playing “When the Saints Go Marching In,” you gotta join in and make it a sextet.
Soulja Boy hurts my soul… ja
So this is something I said on stage last nite that I’ve never said before. And I mean it with all my heart.
Watch. Laugh. Cry for the past. But most of all, agree.
Please and thank you.