Friends, Romans, cunty me, lend me your ears! This is a text book example of the “you didn’t give me any gas money so you better pay for my food – - and yes, I’m order the most expensive item on the menu” side-eye from hell.

It’s normal to receive side-eye glares from random people but when the folks in your inner circle start mugging your ass like you owe them back child support, take a moment to re-evaluate the relationship. There’s nothing worse than a having a hating momofuka you break bread and sip kool-aid with hanging around.

Speaking of kool-aid, Tiny’s hair . . . I can’t and neither should you. Check out more flicks from her birthday dinner, including one of our little homie King [or Kang if you talk with a twang] cooling it with the fairer sex at Straight From The A. Baby Daniel better step his game up!