Looks like he should have a cigar but he’s making do with a cigarette:
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(Remember when he proudly pointed out his flat-panel TV (“BAM!”) and “great mirror?” And the zebra pelt on the kitchen floor?*)
But now, there’s sadness in his life owing to his slightly older-model Ferrari getting cracked up while in the custody of his Ferrari dealership. Of course, the dealership has offered to fix it up and/or offered to let him buy a newer, unused Ferrari at a higher price, but that’s not good enough for G.
Read all about it via Ryan Tate of Gawker.
Also via Ryan, an excerpt from the FB:
See that “why does this crap always happen to me?”
Does this make “G” the “definition of a douchelord?”
At the Adam Carolla / Danny Bonaduce bachelor party, Key Club L.A. Photo via Anthony Citrano - Click to expand.
Chin up, G!
*Apparently, the people behind the Secret Millionaire show wanted to show a big delta between the lifestyle of his real-life SoMA pad vs. the Tenderloin hovel that he shacked-up in during the filming of the show. Well, some people got carried away with the made-for-TV furnishings. So that’s where the zebra pelt and chandelier came in. Ironically, you might prefer to live in that hovel on Larkin Street – it’s not that bad, right across the street from Homeland Security. Typical Americans watching had no idea that the rent on that supposedly unlivable apartment in the Tenderloin was more than their flyover country mortgage payments…
Perhaps he’s abusing the staff at Yelp-rated Infinity Towers because of buyer’s remorse? You know, the nearby One Rincon building in SoMA is newer and taller – maybe that could account for G’s petulance.
Keep it real, G.