SamRo turned thirty-wonderful (that’s what my mom says) yesterday and she celebrated with her bumpin’ buddy, HoHan, and some other skanks. The party started with dinner at Matsuhisa, a sushi restaurant in Beverly Hills. Why go out for raw fish when you can have it at home?!
After dinner, the party continued outside on the street where an ice cream truck was waiting for them. Ice cream trucks always scared me as a child, because my bitch of a cousin told me that’s where they store dead children. This skank said the ice cream man would kidnap kids, chop ’em up and put them in the freezer in his truck. I’m sure that’s happened before, but that whore bag didn’t have to tell me that! It still didn’t keep me away from spending my ho money on delicious frozen treats.
Anylezzy, here’s more of SamRo’s birthday last night. HoHan is looking a little praying mantis-ish. It’s because she’s on the all-fish diet. And look at the first thumbnail, you know that shit is going to be put to good use. Ice cream in the firecrotch!