The forehead. The eyebrows. The wonk eye. The lips. The everything. Mimi knows she shouldn’t be married to this dude because her face is starting to pay the price. Yes, this could be from too many bukkake sessions with the Botox needle, but I’m going to blame it on her mantoy. She’s probably trying to remain youthful and shit for his ass, but instead she’s looking like a wonk monster. You know you have problems when you’re giving Wonky McValtrex a run for her wonk money. No.
What she really needs is a moment to fucking breathe. She can’t, because Mr. Carey is always glued to her ass. He seriously goes everywhere with her. You know he has to hold her hand when she takes a wittle tinkle (that’s what she calls it).
On a positive note, it doesn’t look like it took a few gallons of Crisco and a couple of cranes to squeeze her into that dress. This might be a first for her.