“Yo, I gotta tell you about Sarah… with a fucking H. This bitch will smack fire out your soul if you spell her name wrong. ‘It’s Sarah with an H!’ Girl, the only thing I’m tryna spell is H-O-E, ‘cause that’s exactly what you look like. Sarah’s from California, bad as fuck, dressed like a straight-up stripper on her day off. Tiny dresses, sky-high heels, tits and ass screaming for attention. Every man’s girlfriend wants to murder her on sight. Soon as she walks in, it’s pure hatred. They’re all clutching their boyfriends like she’s the second coming of Satan’s favorite whore. But somehow she’s still the coolest bitch alive. Now check this — she got thirteen rabbits. Thirteen. She only ever lets the same two out. The other eleven stay locked up like they’re on death row. When I asked her why, she said if she lets them all out they’ll either fuck or fight. So she’s running a goddamn rabbit rape dungeon and a supermax prison in the same house. Eleven horny, furious rabbits plotting her death while her two favorite sluts are free-range, probably running a train on each other on her couch. This bitch cannot keep a car to save her life. Every time she gets one that runs, either the cops pull her over and take that shit, or the car just fucking disappears. Vanishes. Like it was never there. But here’s the craziest part — Sarah hides her drugs in two places. Half in the soles of her high heels… and the other half stuffed between her fucking tits! This whore is walking around the club with coke in her shoes and molly in her bra like a two-compartment drug vending machine. One wrong move and she’s gonna sneeze and cause a fucking blizzard in the middle of the party. Beautiful, hated by every girlfriend on Earth, running a bunny fuck-prison, hiding drugs in her tits and heels, and still the coolest person I know. Sarah with an H, y’all. Absolute unhinged legend.