
This reminds me of the time a friend of mine took up with a married doctor. He was in the process of leaving his wife for her. She said it was going to cost him about $250,000 bucks to get shed of the ex. She asked me what I thought. I, in turn, asked her to kiss me. She gave me a chaste peck.
"No," I said. "Lay one of your 'let's start some trouble' kisses on me."
She shrugged her shoulders and then proceeded to pull my adenoids out.
When she was through she stepped back. "How was that?" she said.
After my lips had regained their feeling I said, "That was a lot of fun. It wasn't worth $250,000 though."
I mean, even though Chrissie is depicted here wearing the hell out of that dress, she ain't worth 103 million.
Expect a bottle of Greg Norman Estates wine to go up.