BUT ON WHOSE DIME?!1?

Let’s talk some real talk here, Karl Lagerfeld looked like a spy movie villain and that cat looks like a spy movie villain’s lap cat. I’m fairly certain Lagerfeld has ordered someone’s assassination as that cat laid on his lap having her ears gently stroked.

And a medium double double, he’s looking a little rough coming off that WestJet.

WESTJET? WHAT IS THIS LIFE OF LUXURY HE LEADS? WHY DIDN’T HE SAIL INTO HALIFAX ON A DINGHY AND TAKE GREYHOUND? WHY DOES HE HAVE A BACKPACK INSTEAD OF A GARBAGE BAG SLUNG ON HIS SHOULDER? DOES HE NOT WANT TO BE LIKE THE MASSES?

I remember in high school there was a sort of “banned book” week where some do-gooder panties-in-a-bind organization put out a list of books that shouldn’t be on the shelves of public school libraries. Our librarian pulled those books and put them on a table with a big “banned books” poster smack-dab in the middle of…

 Carlos Ghostin’ his legal problems, and now hebrew some trouble with his rrip to Israel.

Gonna have to agree to disagree on this one. This was not some youthful indiscretion.