Once upon a vagina... there was a nasty child named Sophia Scott. (Aka Soph.) This bitch, okay, this bitch had the clap and a couple of abortions up her sleeve. Literally. Up her shirt sleeve. I’m not even kidding. They were in there. So one day, she ran out of eggs for a dinner party. So she rolled up her sleeves, and started working on what fell out of her sleeves... cooking and spicing it up.