Big ups to the baaawse lady for throwing some YO! MAFIA love up on walls around TEL AVIV. Not only does she have bangin’ taste in the ladies, she knows how to stick a sticker. I’m a marry this one fo’ sho!
Banksy? No that’s just me.
I told you she had bangin’ taste in the ladies…check that giggle gap out…you’ve just been YO! MAFIA’d!
Fuck yo scribbles!!
So I could totally bore you with snaps of the landmarks of LA culture but I’m a bypass that shit for the good stuff – eating at HOOTERS. Enough to give you a heart attack with the less than Z-grade quality foods and shiny applebum booty’s in your face, this truly lived up to all expectations. However eating alone there kinda brought out the creep, especially since I was the only female (bar sexy staff natch) in the joint. It was definitely a highlight – don’t know what that’s saying for LA as a place to visit, but if you’re there anytime soon, swing by and say g’day to Monique for me!
My waitress for the evening.
Wow, how delectable do those chicken wings look :S
Curly fries FTW
Aptly placed right outside of Hooters. Sorry for steppin’ on ya bro. ROADHOUSE!
