The gals celebrating Valentine’s eve had been drinking and clubbing all night. Mug shot above. They got pissed with Ken and locked him in the trunk of their Porsche Cayman GT4. Here they arrived at the Russian legation. Said Parisian Barbie to Park Avenue Barbie: “Do I look too stoned. Naw sez her pal. Ya listing to the left a bit but okay.” Brooklyn Barbie was casing the joint.
First things first. They to beat the living crap out of the “Charge d’ Affaires on general principal. But mostly for that Ukraine mayhem, They drank up all his Vodka and lifted some of them hard boiled Faberge Egg things while they was at it.
Just another night for them gals.
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