Party and Bullsh*t

The beautiful people of the club scene across America.

First up: You can thank reader MsNic for assaulting your eyes with North Carolina's best.


He's about to tap her ass open for some red Kool-Aid.


Don't try to tell these chicks their squirrel skin ain't fly.




Tisha Campbell is letting it hang all out these days.




This is why you don't tell other people what you're wearing when you go out.



You can start wearing that again after you have the baby. That's just tacky now.



JUST BECAUSE THEY SELL IT...


I thought Uncle Rufus' pank Steve Harvey suit was for job interviews only.


Here's your prize, MsNic:





Part II of "I Have Friends, But We Ain't This Close/Bitch Get Off Me"




I've heard of bosom buddies, but this?












You Can Guess What Types of Parents They Are


Neglectful.


Over-protective.



Everybody's Taking Out Their Aggressions These Nights At the Club











Who Says That Halloween Is Just An Excuse To Dress Slutty?



Remember this big bitch from last week?












Since she couldn't be a Victoria's Secret angel, she went as a Citi Trends moth.




There were enough buns and rolls around to start a hood bakery.



This is just hurl inducing. Go home little girls.



She went as Thea Vidale. That's "sexy" right?



You know, you could stay your ass home if all you've got to wear is worn out draws to a costume party.



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