Shar Jackson’s mother murdered you hoes in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit at her daughter’s birthday party in Vegas over the weekend.

Shhh, be quiet. The freakum wig and Antthony Mark Hankins ensemble is speaking to my soul right now. There’s something very comforting about this woman. I bet if you are hungry for boiled peanuts and other dollar tree delectables after church services she’s your woman. You know she has a pickled pig foot in her Kate Spade purse on deck as we speak.