Toga! Toga! Toga!

This morning I was awoken by the ghost of the Roman philosopher, Cicero. He was wearing a toga. Ever since I saw Animal House, it’s hard for me to take someone in a toga seriously. “Toga! Toga! Toga! Toga!”

Cicero said, “Why are you saying, Toga, Toga, Toga?”

I brought Cicero downstairs and we watched Animal House on DVD. When they got to the scene where fraternity brothers decide to have a toga party, Cicero got it and suggested we have a toga party.

I called some friends and told them to come over and bring their togas.

Soon the toga party was in full swing. No one noticed Cicero as Cicero because they are not as astute in history as me, plus he was in a toga, and he kind of looks like a plumber, plus they were drunk. Oh, for our toga parties, we don’t drink beer, we drink Kombucha. It’s a fermented mushroom drink. My girlfriend turned me onto it. I don’t drink beer because I’m allergic to hops.