Fat Asian Baby

You look over at the car next to you at the traffic light and it's a cab. Only it's not like a yellow cab, or a checkered cab, or even one of those funny low budget cabs they have in DC, but rather it's a full blown SUV with tinted rear windows, something shiny dangling from the rearview mirror, and I kid you not, spinning rims. The next time the Fat Asian Baby decides to hit up Visions nightclub, site of the P. Diddy encounter, she knows which cab company to call.