The raggedy puff ball known as Aubrey O’Day loves to go out every night to do “slut bag stuff,” but must she drag poor Ginger with her every time? I’m sure Ginger really wants to be around a bunch of drunk whores who spill their Mojitos on her. Actually, she probably puts her little paws together and prays at night that someone will drop a cocktail on her, so that it can wash away that dye.
How long has Ginger been wearing that hideous hair color for? Like a month? If that shit is temporary, shouldn’t it wash out rather quickly? That means the pooch hasn’t had a bath for at least a few weeks. Vom.
My dog gets a bath once a week like clockwork. I’m obsessive about it. I brush him once a day and wash him once a week or else he’ll smell like rotten ass jelly. His ass jelly smell mixed with my butt grease stench could kill baby birds.
Little Ginger not getting her ass washed regularly makes sense, because Aubrey looks like soap hasn’t touched her skin in a while. That being said, I still adore her like a pair of low hangers. Don’t ask me why.
Here’s Aubrey and her suicide watch dog at a Paper Magazine party last night. I also threw in some pictures of Amanda Lepore, because this post called for a little tranny hotness.