Look you whores! We made the cover of the New York Times Magazine!

They had a photo of Ambs and I instead of Tyra, but it was just too gorgeous and so they had to use TyTy’s mug instead.
Aren’t you proud of us?
 

Talk about getting it in the face.

Ty Ty, would you please take the Herpes train to Chlamydiatown and just make it an extended stay?
We give you three hot dogs: One in your mouth, two in your ears, and a pork chop for each cheek. Ass or face, you pick.