John Frog’s “GG VIP” party at the Pyramid Hotel was hyped like the Oscars of Juba nightlife but turned out to be more like a badly attended PTA meeting. After all the posters, online noise, and “exclusive” claims, the event was emptier than a broken promise. Guests? Barely there. Atmosphere? About as lively as a library.
Meanwhile, John Frog was on stage giving a performance fit for a packed stadium—too bad his only audience was his own echo. Respect to the man for believing in himself, but this level of delusion needs its own award. Even the free snacks looked embarrassed.
Next time, Frog, maybe keep it small—like your backyard. At least there, the chairs won’t have to cringe in silence.
John Frog’s “GG VIP” party was supposed to be the hottest thing since Juba sunburns, but ended up colder than leftover asida. Despite all that online noise—like bro, we get it, you know how to use and abuse facebook—this “exclusive” bash turned into the “Empty Chair Festival.” Even the chairs were embarrassed to be there, wishing they could walk out.
Our man Frog was on stage performing like it was Madison Square Garden when, in reality, he was hyping up his own echo. You gotta admire the delusion; he was the VIP…in his own mind. Next time, John, less “GG” hype, more “Reality Check 101.” Maybe then, the party won’t flop harder than a fish in the Sahara. Stay delulu, 001 haha!
