Party and Bullsh*t

The last thing her big Tarzan looking ass needs to be wearing is leopard loin cloth.



That zebra dress ain't distracting from those busted ashy knees.




With a little brown gel, you could re-use rusty Brillo pads.




I hope when they left the club that girl in the front found the rest of her neck.*




That whole couch cleared out when the smell of flillet o'fish filled the air.




If she didn't look like a moist seal, that look could work for her.






Monkey fish can walk on land now?



Did crackheads get in free this night?














And she got to be on something in that damn wig.




Why is the chick on the left's tit-belly forming a black triangle?






He thought he was going home with a room full of girls.




That nappy ish needs to be permed and edged up (and it ain't on her head).



*yes, I know the directions to go to hell