When I read this, I couldn’t stop laughing:
That’s not the funny part. This is:
The director bought a home in the iconic San Remo co-op in New York City overlooking Central Park.
Yeah… from Beverly Hills to Manhattan — to escape taxes levied on rich people.
Hey Steve: Say “hi” to Hizzoner Zoran Mamdani for me, willya? You stupid putz.
Probably coincidence, but….
…and:
WTF?
Anyway, in the first case, the punishment should be a simple one: whack his (exposed) pee-pee.
In the second case, the punishment should be equally simple: whack his pee-pee with a machete.
Some may think this is too Krool & Hartless, no doubt. I disagree. Dousing the asshole with gasoline and setting him on fire — now that may be a little K&H, although it does agree with the “make the punishment fit the crime” dictum.
I know, I know, apples and pears; me and AOC; .22 LR and .500 S&W, etc.
But still:
I’m sure that someone is going to buy that RIA M60 copy… I just can’t see why.
If you think a little thing like crap weather is going to stop Parisians from doing what they do so well, think again. And here’s the background music: two whole hours of it.
Wish I was there.
Sorry, folks: New Wife and I have been booted out of our apartment while they perform some much-needed maintenance and major repairs on the place, so we’ve had to book a hotel room* for the weekend.
As a result, I’ve had to postpone Chapter 6 of the Memoirs until next week. Tomorrow will just feature a few posts containing the usual motley collection of guns, broads, cars and a couple of the usual rants, and Sunday the Classic Beauty, as always.
*Purely coincidentally [eyecross], said hotel room is only a few steps away from the new Collectors Firearms store in Dallas. Wish me luck.
