Thursday, December 08, 2005


The Belz Rebbe's boy was in London recently, shopping for an automobile. Our crack London correspondent supplied the pictures (which can be enlarged with a click).

"How much for this car? Tony, find out how much the guy wants. Make him a good offer, ya hear me? The rest of you guys -- look less obvious."

Do you know who I am? Who else wears a fur collar like this? P. Diddy doesn't have a collar like this, and this mope doesn't know who I am. Tony, tell this car salesman who he's talking to.

Throw in the cake, and I'll let you live.

You shake hands like a girl, mope, but you made the smart choice. Try not to drool on the ring