Sunday, October 24, 2010


From Monaco Cool:

Shorty arrived in Monaco three years before with a pretty wife and a couple step-daughters, and was immediately smitten by the testosterone tick Pickleman yelps about. Mrs. Shorty saw this and decreed the principality unfit for family stability. She packed their bags.

"But Albert needs me!" cried Shorty, who had assigned himself the role of royal fishmonger.

It had nothing to do with mid-life crisis. One day he's living in Arizona, just another short person, consultant, in PR, doesn't matter, all three. Suddenly, he's sidekick to a real prince, rubs shoulders with tennis pros, film celebrities and pop stars, and he's surrounded by beautiful models, many of whom think he's a path to the prince. You think he's going back to Arizona?