It's been some fine powder this year. I just love snow.
It seems client #9, the man who brought the major labels to their knees, has stumbled over his own little head, and now he's the one on his knees.
I got to say, the ex-governor ain't cheap, he didn't skimp on his playmate. "Pay for play" has taken on new meanings.
Plus it's shameful how many record executives are rejoicing over today's resignation of Eliot Spitzer.
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