What do you call a fetching twenty-something power couple (him, UPenn, her, Drexler Drexel) who threw outrageous parties without paying heavenly bills?
“Bonnie and Clyde,” says some. Felons, says I.
This sort of thing starts at home, you know.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled snark.
There’s no time like hard-time. Hope both losers get it.
s/Drexler/Drexel/
Let’s not impugn any nanotech evangelists or Olympic gold medalists unneccessarily.
I wonder if he was brutally handsome, and she was terminally pretty…
Yeah…. livin’ in the heart of the cold, cold, city…..
reprobates, the both of them!
…She certainly is…um…healthy. Wonder if any of their ill-gotten gains paid for those.
Mike
Mike -
Both parents are plastic surgeons, according to the article. Makes me wonder if those sweater puppies are tattooed ‘His’ and ‘Hers’.
‘Lines on the mirror, lines on her face
He pretended not to notice, she was caught up in the race”
Nobody understood the fast lane like Don Henley.
Small world. I attended Drexel about 14 years ago. Also delivered the New York Times for a while and the Belgravia was on my route.
There’s nothing like delivering papers at 2-3:00 in the morning to see the seedier side of a city, even near Rittenhouse Square.
Cap’n,
A tale such as this should not be limited to a mere snark. It deserves a full fledged fisking.