Yes, I do not remember myself ever signing any sweetheart deal with that creepy little pervert. so those guys are just out of luck. Obviously they are not talking about me.
And if they are going to dispose of me in a "rich girl" box, I think that I ought to be supplied with the corresponding vast fortune that goes along with that, with which to hire for myself a pack of lawyers to represent my interests and explain to me what are they saying and why I should care about a pack of idiots who died and are long gone to "Sham-Pain" hell, as if I should join them there. Never!
