Padma Lakshmi Chugs Tequila After Learning Her Daughter Won’t Return To School Until Sept.

Padma Lakshmi Chugs Tequila After Learning Her Daughter Won’t Return To School Until Sept.

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Padma Lakshmi posted a hilarious margarita tutorial on Instagram, and the Top Chef host declared ‘do not try this at home’.

When Padma Lakshmi learned that her 10-year-old daughter Krishna wouldn’t be returning to school until September, the Top Chef host had a hilarious reaction. The 49-year-old shared an Instagram video on May 1, teaching her followers have to make a margarita, and captioned the clip, “Just found out #littlehands won’t be going back to school until September.” In the tutorial, the mom-of-one made the cocktail with cucumbers, lime, agave syrup, sparkling water and tequila. After taking a sip of the finished beverage, the TV personality told viewers that the drink might need a “little more tequila,” adding, “Now, you don’t want to get too drunk, so drink responsibly.”

She then grabbed a bottle of Patrón Tequila — “only the good stuff” — and threw caution to the wind as she shrugged and said, “Actually, f**k it.” Padma then popped open the bottle and began chugging the alcohol. The Easy Exotic cookbook author drank nearly half the bottle, but reminded fans the clip was for entertainment purposes only. “Please do not try this at home,” she captioned the video.

Earlier in the week, Padma went full Miami Vice in a photo she shared to her Instagram account. In the image, she sported a green and black tracksuit and black bra, highlighting her toned abs. She added a gold necklace and a pair of black sunglasses while posing with her hands on her hips and staring off into the distance — poised to shut down any crime spree happening on her watch. “Caption this,” she began the accompanying words on her post, with an emoji wearing sunglasses. “Miami Vice 2020: Fighting crime while fully supported™️ Lewk by Adele,” she finished off the caption, adding the hashtags “swish” and “suited up.”

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Wait until the end 😉 #TGIF ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ *Please do not try this at home. For entertainment purposes only ☺️

A post shared by Padma Lakshmi (@padmalakshmi) on May 1, 2020 at 4:32pm PDT

While Padma may have been suited up to fight some crime in her April 26 Instagram post, her look was slightly more relaxed in the kitchen on April 13. In the video she shared with her followers, which also featured her daughter Krishna, or “Little Hands,” as her mother endearingly calls her, Padma showed her fans how to make a delicious lasagna with white ragu! As if that wasn’t good enough, Padma’s style was the perfect relaxed look for quarantine. She sported a pair of sweatpants and layered two sports bras.

Miami vibes – Dardan songtexte

Songtexte Dardan – Miami vibes

Ho-ho-homie, ich bretter’ wie Conor McGregor die Hollywoodrapper
Mister Dardy im Gebiet, kleiner Pisser, besser flieh, es geht
Dieses Mixtape bombt wie ein Taliban, Taliban, Taliban, Taliban
Die Konkurrenz ist am jammern, so wie Hanybal, Hanybal, Hanybal
Mehmet, bring die Flows und Dress von FC Barca
Stich – zerfetze den Kadaver von dei’m Vater
Bin zum Stressen bereit, ich zerfetze dein’n Hype
Ich brech’ bei dir ein und ich stech’ auf dich ein
Digga, check meine Line, dieser Track ist so heiß
Bin der Beste zurzeit, weil ich Bretter verteil’
Ich bin besser am Mic, sei dabei, wie ich Teile an Scepter verteil’
Geb’ ein’n Fick auf Zivis und .. auf Flex
Mein Rap reißt alles mit wie ISIS im LKW
Mister Dardy ist eklig
Meine Lyrics war’n gefangen im Käfig
Jetzt sind sie weg und rasieren den Markt
Diese ganzen Deutschrapper kriegen nie wieder Schlaf.(miami vibes)

Diese ganzen Deutschrapper kriegen nie wieder Schlaf. (x4)

Miami Vice, Miami Vice
Ich bin in mei’m Vibe, ich bin in mei’m Vibe
Miami Vibe, Miami Vibe
Sony oder Zwannis verteil’n
Miami Vice, Miami Vice
Ich bin in mei’m Vibe, ich bin in mei’m Vibe
Miami Vibe, Miami Vibe
Stift und Papier oder in der Zelle allein.

Grade neunzehn, ich bluff’ kein’n Shit
Machst du Faxen mit mir und die Neuf macht klick
Der Bass knallt rein, doch die Wahrheit bleibt härter
Viele Jungs sind gefangen im Kerker
Und am Arsch klebt die BKA
Jiggi, ich bin doch nicht blöd – Digga, Media Markt
Sie wissen genau, dass ich der Täter war
Haha, die Bullen waren bisschen später da
Jajaja, der Shqipe, er war schon über alle Berge
(Wir geben, wir geben nicht) Wir geben nicht auf, bis wir fallen werden
Maglites in der Redside versuri-lyrics.info
Cops mit MP5 und TEC-9 verfolgen in Bestzeit
Wo, Digga, wo? Konkurrenz weggewichst, ich verpass’ dir paar Hits
Tick tick tick, aber bald ist es meins
Diese Killerfotze teilen ein paar Alben entzwei
Ich komm’ mit Albo vermummt in ‘ner Skimaske
Und stecken dein’n Kopf dann in den Briefkasten
Es ist heiß, Bullen dreh’n um den Block
Eier voller Packs, Schneeball in den Socks
Freitag, ich mach’ Party am Block
Dardan aka Dardy on the Rockz.

Dardan aka Dardy on the Rockz. (x4)

Miami Vice, Miami Vice
Ich bin in mei’m Vibe, ich bin in mei’m Vibe
Miami Vibe, Miami Vibe
Sony oder Zwannis verteil’n
Miami Vice, Miami Vice
Ich bin in mei’m Vibe, ich bin in mei’m Vibe
Miami Vibe, Miami Vibe.
Stift und Papier oder in der Zelle alleinnn.
Dardan songtexte
Video vibes

BoBo Norco – Childish (feat. YG)

[Chorus: BoBo Norco]
DJ Ghost
Why you mad, cause I’m rich?
Or you mad cause I might be fuckin’ yo’ bitch? (Nigga)
It ain’t my fault that you love that bitch (Nigga)
It ain’t my fault that she love my dick (Nigga)
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish

[Verse 1: BoBo Norco]
I cut class for the red Giuseppes
Tryna double up like the price is right
Then I whipped up the raw for the Mulsanne Bentley
Dropped a bootleg like a rodeo night
Your boy got the bitches in a bidding frenzy
They boyfriends act like Miami Vice
I got more knocks than a Jehovah’s witness
And I keep it more lit than the Church of Christ
First things first, imma mack regardless
This french rosé got me acting heartless
They throwin’ shade but I disregard it
I’m way too smooth to be catching charges
I picked her up in the Aston Martin
Dropped her off in a black Delorean
Spritz Clive Chris on my Mason Martin[?]
Cause your bitch smell just like the Asian market

[Chorus: BoBo Norco]
Why you mad, cause I’m rich?
Or you mad cause I might be fuckin’ yo’ bitch? (Nigga)
It ain’t my fault that you love that bitch (Nigga)
It ain’t my fault that she love my dick (Nigga)
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish (4hunnid)
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish

[Verse 2: YG]
I know you heard me on the radio (True)
I know you hear me everywhere you go (True)
Your girlfriend game me all yo’ attention
Aw damn, that’s some shit I shouldn’t mention (uh-oh)
I do shows, I got dough, I got freaks
I got a – sex tape that might leak
If I don’t – fuck with you we got beef
Thats why I move how I move in these streets
His bitch on my dick so he checked her
He don’t know we go back like Sean John and Mecca
He searchin’ through a phone he’s a presser
Found out his bitch a late night texter
He’s trippin’, cause she’s wildin’
But she grown, he act childish
All those trips she was taking a pirate [?]
She ain’t had no money, now she understand it

[Chorus: BoBo Norco]
Why you mad, cause I’m rich?
Or you mad cause I might be fuckin’ yo’ bitch? (Nigga)
It ain’t my fault that you love that bitch (Nigga)
It ain’t my fault that she love my dick (Nigga)
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish

[Verse 3: BoBo Norco]
I’m dipped off lean, OG, and Bombay
Bitches get fucked like I’m Rico Suave
Blunts get wrapped like a RICO statute
I spit like Pac at the Paparazzi
Im a problem, my label refuse to drop me
The club like a coop and the pigeons flock me
Revenge of the hood, nerds tryna stop me
Middle finger pig [?], that’s enough to block me
Got a gold lucky charm like a Mayan
It look like I hit a lick on a pirate
Dope dick will leave a drip in your sinus
My video will leave your phone with a virus
One night stand, that’s the shit my clique’s on
My dick’s in her mouth and I tell her to get gone
Babysit the kids while a fuck the kid’s mom
In love cause I’m rich and she knows the dick’s bomb

[Chorus: BoBo Norco]
Why you mad, cause I’m rich?
Or you mad cause I might be fuckin’ yo’ bitch? (Nigga)
It ain’t my fault that you love that bitch (Nigga)
It ain’t my fault that she love my dick (Nigga)
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish
Why you mad, cause I’m rich?
Or you mad cause I might be fuckin’ yo’ bitch? (Nigga)
It ain’t my fault that you love that bitch (Nigga)
It ain’t my fault that she love my dick (Nigga)
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish
Why you trippin’ on me, that’s childish
DJ Ghost