Nahhh, that really isn’t the zip code for Santa Royale. If it were, the front page of the daily paper wouldn’t be splashed with a photo of a couple of old farts eating at an Olive Garden knock-off. Not that photos like that don’t raise the dander of some of the local citizens.
Like Jeff Corey, seeing his gal-pal Mary out on the town with (gasp!) another man! Well, all we can say to him is take it easy, sport…Santa Royale isn’t so small that other indiscretions aren’t noted in the dailies:
This entry was posted on Thursday, June 12th, 2008 at 10:25 AM and is filed under Most maryWorthy. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. Both comments and pings are currently closed.