Mr. Million Dollar Ferarri's stand-in, the great car owner & oil fortune inheritor having exited Gambit Comments, leaping into the stage like Booth, because of…
Elderly Harvard Jack Davis wants a hair shirt to color match his new warm head, Rev. Kind of blue that he can rhyme in sonnets and haikus with his galpal in the Poydras Home, Muu Muu, and his favorite fondue.
When will you be here to get this healing done? You are good to go at the Country Club. Open bar, poolside location for your healing cabana. Your cabana will be set up next to the Reverend Paul Morton's super cabana, Rabbi Edward Cohen's reform cabana, Father Henry Hudson's Good News Cabana. Don't worry about them interfering with your miracle working. They are there only to solicit donations for their ministries.
By the way, I am only Mr Million Dollars stand-in (see bio). He has accepted a faculty position at the Virginia Military Institute. I have full use of his name, car, Country Club membership, wife, bank accounts, public good will -similar to the deal the German Jim Amoss struck with Little Ricky Mathews at nola.com
--Mr. Million Dollar Ferrari
Rev. Ed Dryler,
Can you raise the Spirit of Hair within your one million dollar budget? The photo of Elderly Jack Davis accompanying his opinion piece is thirty-five years old, taken at a wine-sniffing in Palm Beach. I watched him from my million dollar Ferarri last night at Commanders stiffing a waiter, an extremely elderly former Picayune sportswriter, and stiffing and giving the finger to the valet parking middle-aged former Society Page editor. Elderly Jack is bald except for Ebeneezer Scrooge sideburns and the 99 hairs he neglects to shave in his dewlaps and the seven long hairs in his right nostril that he dangles like a dowser into wine. An eye witness to one of Errol LaBorde's crimes against speech might pull Elderly Jack out of the NOPD lineup, Jack is so bald. He would think better of writing another editorial with a warmer head.
Forget about giving Mrs. King Milling the power of reading. She can read like a bullfighter. The old woman who pulls off her high heels, chokers, necklaces, White House invitations, and Rex dance cards at bedtime, says Elderly Mrs. Milling is into those cartoon captioned telenovelos and can mouth the exclamations with accuracy. Thank you for saving us.
--Mr. Million Dollar Ferrari, Tern Street
I have enjoyed the food at Lilly's and Pho Noi Viet. Equally good, would say. In a blind tasting, I doubt I could tell the phos apart.
I like the atmosphere better at Lilly's, mainly because for now Lilly waits on the tables and she is a lot friendlier and more competent than the waitstaff at PNV.
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