A week ago there was one more thing I didn’t know about Jussie Smollett: “what’s a Jussie Smollett? Is it some sort of tropical bird or something?”
A citrus fruit smoothie with bananas and coconut.
We don’t like to mention the coprophagia...
I had never heard the name Jussie Smollett or seen his face, and somehow, that was all I needed to know about him.
You got your Smurfs,
you got your Smurfettes,
and you got your Smollett,
which is a differently-hued
branch named for entitlement embracing
Gimme S’mo dis and Gimme S’mo dat.
The resemblance of Smollett to toilet
is reinforced by its constant
handle jiggling.