I’m not the kind of guy who makes fun of someone with a physical handicap or severe retardation. I even felt bad about the time when I was waiting tables and asked a quadruple amputee if I could give him a hand with anything, all the while laughing to myself for my wittiness. I really am a good person. I even do stuff like recycle and not laugh at every fat person I see.
However, I think the “you should be ashamed of yourself” rules go out the window if the handicap in question is a roaring bitch. I am speaking, of course, about Heather Mills, the gold digging whore who took $50 million of Paul McCartney’s fortune and in the process made even the biggest c**ts of the world call her a c**t. Peg leg is supposed to stay in London to keep their daughter near McCartney, but she has reportedly bought an apartment in New York (maybe it’s allegedly, but I’m about as much of a reporter as Hulk Hogan is not trying to seduce his daughter). And now Mills is house hunting in Los Angeles.
A source tells New York Post gossip column PageSix that Mills is serious about buying property in L.A.: “She’s with Prudential Realty and is giving them a really hard time, because she will only pay $1 million and refuses to budge.
“They’ve been showing her places for $1.1 million or $1.2 and she’ll get mad, telling them, ‘I said $1 million and not over.’
I’d love to see where she thinks she can buy a nice $1 million home in Los Angeles. After being in L.A. for nine years, the nicest place I could afford was a windowless studio apartment with aqua walls next to a guy who purposefully installed his AC unit in backwards and once told me he wanted “to stab my naughty place.”
But I decided to do some checking myself, because there is no way that Heather Mills would be difficult just to be difficult. I did a search of the L.A.-area homes for under a million bucks and came across a nice community called Meth Meadows. Here is a sampling of the residents:
Always good to find an Ole Miss fan on the West Coast.