Tom Messner, who's comments you should always read, then memorize after several tots of fine Cognac, had a wonderful comment to my last post... "I am informed that the aristocracy of the business hires yachts and anchors them off the Cote D'Azur, thereby escaping the lenses of people who might catch them in an unguarded moment, or a guarded moment for that matter." Yes indeed. Here is my response... "Searching the archives before my apre' lunch wine kicks in. I remembered writing a couple of Cannes ago, about "Captain of the Christina O," John Dooner, McCann's big swinging dick, who hosted a Cannes party to the tune of several thousand "big ones" when leasing the yacht that Ari finally consummated his passion for Jackie on." All this when McCann was re-stating earnings to the tune of millions. But as we all know, these douchenozzles are shameless. And I am fucking jealous!
And, she only cost me $100, fucking million!
