Although I was truly in awe I managed to snap a few pictures from the party. Thank goodness for that digital camera that my wife bought me at christmas and my son showing me how to use it. Even more interesting was the after party at one of Bruces night clubs. I am not used to such ostentatious displays but all had fun, although I will pray for the souls of the girls that work at his club.
Here now are a few of the pictures for those of you that were not able to attend. I hope you enjoy them almost as much as I did the cook out.
Once again, THANKS BRUCE!
Bruce’s Pit Master was indeed a master. They started grilling early so that their would be plenty of food for everyone.
I am not sure who invited the emosexual but he brought his fat mexican girlfriend as well
Salvia Gomez stuffed herself on all the food she could find. I don't know if she just jumped the fence and is hungry or if she is pregnant.
I think this was Bruces driver little John.
This is my good friend Militant Negro. He loved the chicken wings. Bruce fried them and then dipped them in sauce. MN almost ate half of them all by himself!
One of Bruce’s dancers made it to the cook out as well.
Here is Susan at the after party at Bruce’s club.
Celestial Deth and L.N.
Here claire cries about what she passed up, wishing she hadn’t signed a prenup, and something about dying in childbirth
Augusts lamborghini parked next to Bruce’s Bentley.
My wife and I in Bruce's expansive back yard
Khan Yay West a weird black man showed up with his own fish sticks. I didn't really understand why.
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