Heads were turning at 7th and Montana this morning as a Chauffeured Town Car delivered a Dead Ringer for King Farouk into our midst. "All Hail the High Potentate of Coffee," I said, as the Gentleman-in-Question marched imperiously into Our Favorite Starbucks. "Yikes," said Richard, "He must get his wardrobe at the Santa Monica Tent and Construction Company." Strangely enough, the man seemed to disappear moments after entering Starbucks. By the time he finally emerged -- more than fifteen minutes later -- his Chauffeur was pacing nervously up and down 7th Street. Inside Sources suggest he was on the Throne ...!
Looks like a man on a mission!
ReplyDeleteIf he'd have moved a bit more to the left in your photograph, that green straw would have looked like it was stuck up his arse! LOLOL
ReplyDeleteGaz :-)
He looks uncomfortable, poor chap.
ReplyDeleteOh YIKES!
ReplyDeleteTraci
Is he dressed in yellow?? he looks like a walking cheese advert.
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