Clifton: Under the compassionate care laws I have taken the liberty of slipping you my personal six-shooter; i'm not selling it to you, bud, just loaning it to you because you said you'd clean it for me (wink). You have a $285,785 tab by the way, I am practically embarrassed to mention it.
Scion of famous Hollywood ancestry, Cliff lives with his mother (the former 1950's lead-pencil heiress and socialite, now penniless lush) Cobina Cugat, his bandleader husband Rusty, as well as four freeloading basset hounds in a one bedroom apartment in the North Valley. Sadly, Cobina believes it is 1954 and that she and her son still live in an impossibly lavish villa at the Garden of Allah Hotel in Hollywood. To make his life easier, he is doing nothing to change that belief. She also has no idea that son Clifton, "way over 29", was fired from his job three years ago. While he's pretending to do all sorts of things here we hope you are entertained and learn something along the way.
Cobina has spent the last five months at the state run "spa" in Camarillo. Though she initially was telling people that she had been on a five month cruise, she is now admitting to Doc Filler demanding "a good long rest in the ocean air". Along the way she made a few new friends, who undoubtedly will show up at Villa Cugat.
Cobina is hocking her vintage jewelry
The Lord and the economy have asked Cobina very directly to hock her vintage, one of a kind bead collection. Click on the old woman for more information
7 comments:
Seriously, dude- what is wrong with you
Clifton: Under the compassionate care laws I have taken the liberty of slipping you my personal six-shooter; i'm not selling it to you, bud, just loaning it to you because you said you'd clean it for me (wink). You have a $285,785 tab by the way, I am practically embarrassed to mention it.
I am not so sure that is a dude, dude. I'm not sure WHAT that is
Jane, why don't you just shut up and have a drink
Wait, I can sell one of my emeralds to help Clifton. Horace ... where are my jewels?!
The house in the hills where Judy slashed her neck is for lease - maybe Mother could use some fresh air and time away from Schwabs enablers?
listen, lorraine, she's packed and sitting out on the curb- she's all yours, no deposit, no return
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