Can't believe the Fire are having a White Party without having the foresight to invite Diddy or myself. I mean look, you can’t have a White Party without Diddy. It’s like standing in a crowded elevator and making a lame joke (“Everybody suck in.”); it’s not coolest thing, it's just the done thing.
My absence is probably for the best though as I’d be inclined to dress like Moon Safari-era Air, dance to music that may not be appropriate for a man of my age and drink up all the champers in Chicago, which would kind of be a douche move with New Year’s Eve less than 6 months away.
But you guys in the Chi should go in my (and Diddy’s) stead. And take photos. Lots of boozy, white-washed, baller-assed photos.
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