Party and Bullsh*t

As always, the beautiful people rule the nightlife of New York City, Atlanta and Houston. I present them to you in efforts that we can all step up our game to their levels.



There's nothing like ballin' on a pre-paid Rush card.




What exactly is she boosting with that bustier?




Uh...




I wonder if the club busses in the slow people...




Nevermind.




Is that a C-section scar on her ass?




Riiiggght...






Superhead and her friend are hanging with Ali to get a discount on gasoline.




The bootleg DVD man is now selling jewelry.




This is why I club regularly:


In order to be sexy and fly like this...




You get dressed up in your shinest hair, bluest contacts and brightest colors to compliment your bullet wounds and bear print tattoos...




...And shine up those high school ass rose-on-the-thigh tattoos you just got that morning...




To impress sexy men like this...




...'Cause they pop bottles!




Okay...I'm ready to smack that dried up gel off her forehead.




Speaking of chrome domes, Lord knows I can't talk, but I've never seen so many fore plus five heads in one sitting.





I didn't know la cholas were accepting black applicants.

















If they touch, do they get stronger?






People who try to cover theirs up while leaving their friends assed out:












I can't even see the forehead...those blue contacts on that face are making my eyes crack and bleed.