Me and Damon Chill
Let's just say that we hit it off and that it does not suck to have breakfast on the 48th floor overlooking Central Park.
On any typical day in my life, I tend to venture into realms of celebrity nation. I take photos. I mean, I am rarely without my camera.
This one night, my dear friend Chipster invites me out for a night of delight, as is always the case with him. So we are chillin' in this club, and along comes Damon. It's Homey D. Clown! (Just kiddin'--Mr. Wayans is a wonderful cat.)
Well, the night progresses, and as everyone heads off to Slumberland, me and my new good old pal Damon venture out and around town. Let's just say that we hit it off and that it does not suck to have breakfast on the 48th floor overlooking Central Park. And no, it was not some lurid encounter. It was fantabulously fresh! Hahaha. A gentleman with a funny bone. He just wanted to clone me.
And yes, my life is awesome. Until next time....
Damon rocks and chipy too