When I was in the U.S. for memorial day, I was out in Brooklyn but then went down to Tribeca to see if my dear friends Bey and Jay were free to catch-up and help them work through their Becky related issues.
Full disclosure: the song is about me. Becky = Benny.
Sadly they were busy – I think Jay was scared I was wanting to put him in his place for discussing fight club way back when – so told them to drop by and visit me when they get a chance. Cut to last week when Hiz secured the nomination and Jay called to say he’d fly down to hang, knowing I was best placed to keep them on the Oval Office speed-dial during the next term.
Blue Ivy, my god-daughter, and Bey are busy selling Lemonade on their stoop to quench the thirst of New Yorkers, so Jay is flying solo. They are truly saintly. But of course, I’ve digressed.
What do I make when Jay catches me in the kitchen like Simmons’ whipping pastry?
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