Party and Bullsh*t

As always, I bring you what you wish you could be from all of the beautiful people of New York City, Atlanta and Houston.



Now I want some ramen noodles. Brown gel flavored.



Keep this up and this will be your future:


Uh huh.



You know you're too old when you have to hold together your freakum dress with a Golden Girls broach.



The chick in the black was smelling fish cakes for the rest of the night and didn't know why.



She looks good in those Coming To America shoes.




This thing from the other day with the "finally off her period" pants really couldn't be bothered to put on decent clothes or close the back of that girdle.
[click here for the photos if you must you dirty bird]



Even the butch lady has to give this heffer the side eye.



Damn, putting your hoe parts on display is spreading!



And watercolor ass from the other day had time to get that tattoo done on her ass, but looking at that stomach, I bet she still smells like placenta.



Why, Butterface'isha, why?



Times sure are hard when you've got to get a bucket of Legos and build a shoe.



She had to hike up those shorts when powder started to stream down from her uterus.



What would you do in this situation? (langwitch)

Crazy Chick On the Train


Mental health wellness ain't no joke.

I would walk up to the harrassed old lady and ask her if she wanted me to walk her to another part of the train. If that fetal alcohol syndrome child would've touched me or the woman, all bets would be off. My two cents.