Dollfaces,
You know I'm not short of a dollar or billion. I can always be found among the great unwashed, where throngs of bargain-hunters descend on Bloomingdales every January (Trust me - the super-outsized glasses and wig work a treat, pussycats. Just ask Kelly Osbourne.)
You know me, I hate the I'm-trying-to-hard-with-the-bling look a la P Diddy and J-Lo. Ka-peesh? It's so 1996. Less is more my friends.
Anyways, I'm having a bit of trouble with my Hell-Ay tax attorney Ferris Wheeler. I only hired him because my good friend Don Corleone, my neighbour Martha Stewart and one of my celebrity fans, Ken Dodd, recommended him as a stand-up guy. But sheesh, the dude is a stickler for receipts 'n' stuff. He's even asked me to list all the freebies and goodie-bags I've been given over the last 3 years. I mean, who is this guy? Mother Theresa?
What's happened to the world, people? What is wrong with anyone, me included, just trying to make an honest buck by exploiting my assets and talents? Or using my well-heeled connections to run the competition outta town? (I mean, Gawd, if it's good enough for Bryce Dallas Howard and Rumer Willis, heck yeah - count me in dollfaces. Because those two would sooo have had top-billing in The Village and Hostage without a hand up from Daddios Ron Howard and Bruce Willis. Natch!)
Mind you, some people take using their connections waaaay too far. Whaddya think ??? Ciao for niao... Perisxxx
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