Speaking of Carmella Bing, she got busted a couple months ago for possession of a meth pipe discovered, apparently, incidental to a frisk when the cops pulled over a stolen car in which Carmella was riding as a passenger.

Man, I was wondering how she lost the rolls of fat. Meth will work wonders for that, and if it were up to me I'd have every fat bitch get acquainted with my friend Tina.

The Admiral has always wanted to cornhole Carmella Bing. Looking at this booking photo, she has the look I'm on the lookout for when searching for a stripper-whore with whom to party. Carmella's got pipe burns, but no sores, and although a little sallow her skin still has its elasticity. That's the look of a bitch who will get to work in the VIP room and the Admiral's suite at the Travelodge. The tears in Carmella's eyes remind me of the tears she'll shed as she chokes on my cock in between lines of cocaine.