n'est pas

I could've sworn I saw The Plug (or his real name, maybe) last night at MJQ but whoever it was remained too surrounded by the ladies to tell for sure. Or maybe I just got distracted by the exhaust fumes from the scooter driven across the dance floor...mmm..nicotine and exhaust.
Alls I know is that I can't stop listening to that damn Janet Jackson voice mail medly. Or subjecting everyone around me to it.