Brony and the Beast

The eve before April Fool's Day I received a text from CG, who wanted to know if I'd like my name and the names of interested friends added to the guestlist at The Park for their April Fool's Party hosted by Lebron James. Not knowing who, if anyone, would attend with me, I sent a mass text. Myself and the Three Musketeers ended up going (late, but of course)! We missed the open bar on the third level and the hors doeuvre platter on the main level, but getting ready and being the BADDEST things in there was well worth it.

We arrive in Chey's whip, valet the car, cut the line, chat with the bouncer who crushes hard on Chey and head on in. We peep the scene and of course with it being The Park, is full of old heads searching for young tail. Each level we scanned until settling for the 2nd floor where we opened the tab and begun to be young, rich and fabulous! Drinks settle in, we all start feeling ourselves a little too hard, as well as the onlookers, and in walks Lebron and his entoruage!

Of course, all the white chicks flock to the VIP section reserved for him and his crew and some of them make the cut to be the Supaheads of the night. My girl, Chey, is in love with Lebron and so we all try to get her on his level to take a picture so we can leave and keep it moving. We're that close where eyes can be met and looks can be read and let me tell you all what this fool's scrub of a friend did. I'm pointing to Chey, doing sign language and all types of moments, asking if she could get one pic with this beastly giant & his friend had the nerve to look the other way. If I had been hood, I would've beat his little ass to a pulp. Not to mention this fool was wearing a hot ass hoodie made from a traditional Mexican rug. And if I was the sidefriend to a rich and famous star as Lebron James, the least I would do is afford myself some Proactiv or BoSkin Relief for my adult acne and razor bumps. (Peep the hot ass mess in photo.)

As for Lebron James, he was hella cool! He and the beast left and the Grey Goose was there for taking because he had a game the next day (that he lost, WHOP WHOP!) and we headed to the nearest Mickey D's for the ritualistic drunken meal! Ahhhh g'times!

Peep Supahead in the back, giddy she get a taste...nasty gutterbutt trollop!