She’s now been accused of “losing” $125,000 worth of diamong jewelry loaned to her by Bulgari Jewelers for a big fancy Marie Claire bash Sunday in Madrid. Our girl claimed her hotel lost them after she have them to the front desk for safekeeping. The hotel denies it, saying they have nothing on security tape proving she gave them to hotel personnel.
TMZ says she checked out early and left them in her room, after someone from Marie Claire who was supposed to come get the stuff, didn’t show up.
How would you feel if you were a shopkeeper and saw Winona Ryder coming into your store? Would you have security follow her around like she was a profiled 15-year-old wearing a dirty Iron Maiden shirt and smoking? Would you search her when she left the store? Would you just let the dogs loose to take her down before she gets away with so much of your merchandise you end up going out of business?
I was going with a theme of karma as a wonderful thing today when I saw a bit item from the New York Post mentioning that Ann Coulter recently broke her jaw and had her mouth wired shut. And just in time for the holidays, her grateful family and friends must be thinking.
But, sadly, there were few details. By the way, what happened to Ann during the last few months of the presidential race? And can we hope that, if there’s no other positive coming from a successful Obama presidency, that it might drive her farther underground.
That sound you hear is my mother, hurriedly packing all her belonging to catch the next flight to Colorado, where she can now get away with anything without consequence.
A Georgia judge just sentenced rapper 25-year-old Rico Todriquez Wright on Monday to 20 years in jail after the victim told police not only did he recognize his shooter’s voice from the recording, but the lyrics described shooting him.
All I know is you’ll never hear me talking about swiping office supplies on one of my rap records. No chance.
The real question is this: Did that hack sell his soul to the devil to get a book deal?
The book promises to examine hidden messages and symbols about Beatles mythology (hey, Paul is Dead!) to offer the view that Lennon, like Robert Johnson and Pope Sylvester II, among others, sold his soul for success. Sensible – since we’re sure that happened, maybe we better look into this. Maybe he meant Sylvester Stallone, since some sort of intervention had to be involved for him to convince a studio to make “Stop or my Mom Will Shoot!”
My question is this: How does one even got in touch with the devil to make a pact? Does he have a cell phone number, ending in 666? Can you e-mail him? Does one have to sacrifice a goat to get his attention?
