Momma, there goes that man. I don’t care if your a devout catholic still wearing a chastity belt, or a proud flag waving member of the LGBT community rockin some killer denim cutoffs. Whoever you are and whatever your wearing, its now soaking wet. You just came yourself, maybe twice, watching those moves. That right there is New York City’s next mayor, absolutely shredding the dance floor looking like hes down in the 9th ward playing hop scotch on fat Tuesday.
And the get up? OOoooooOO WEEEE! Nothing gets more support from a group of gay guys than a salmon blazer. I have previously mentioned in Bo blogs what people really want in their public officials, and I would imagine that sense of style is a top priority on the list for the gay community. I mean look at this. The pastel plaid/suit jacket combo. The jewelry. The white pants…
THE FUCKING AIR MAX’S. Bo, stop. Your murdering the entire city. You already won the gay vote with that pocket square, now your going to give De Blasio a stroke once he see’s those suede baby blues. Be easy on the man. He knows not how many pockets is too many pockets on a shirt. I mean look at this doofus. This is who we currently have behind the wheel.
Looks like he needs some rolled up news papers for those pockets. Two more and he would look like a pool table.