Cheers to the freaking weekend...

 

Is it a good time to raise some glasses to the freaking weekend? (Photo credit: Ramsey's iPhone)

Cheers to the days we never felt like doing jack but we gotta keep it moving, days like this when White Walker and Schweppes virgin mojito handle the rest at the altar of vibes…

Hours of multiple tabs on potential transfers, the window is wide open like the legs of the girl on the pole, Arsenal seems to be wide awake; I’m guessing Edu had a nightmare the other night and boom! Arsenal is doing businesses while Ten Hag of Manchester United seems to have hung in the theatre…

Didi is flirting with a married man but it’s not my business; Moji is in her element today and whatever Latifah is on about working from the other end of the room needs to be analyzed, she was even hot-stepping the other time… Child of thanksgiving.

Cheers to the decks we’re waiting on, feedback is the right lubricant for our engines and we won’t let the guys that bridge the gap rest – no rest for the wicked. I miss Sandra, she’s the catalyst that makes us tick, iron lady with a touch of small “choko”late…

Last night didn’t promise an active day to be honest, Precious’ cake handled the night and Black didn’t come through with food. The week that started on a fast and furious note is ending on a simmering vibe but heck… We gotta light up the building.

Seye, our famous DJ Orgasm needs to get on the wheel, the plan is to make it rain. We know what’s on our cards, we’ll come through in record time but this minute, the flesh has won the battle, it wasn’t even close and all I can say is… Cheers to the friggin weekend.

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  1. EyinjuoluwaJune 17, 2022 at 10:27 AM

    Cheers to the friggin weekend 🥂🥂.

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  2. DamilareJune 18, 2022 at 1:04 AM

    Cheers to the friggin weekend 🥂

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