ladi-dadi free john gotti

ladi-dadi, ladi

ladi-dadi free john gotti

the king of new york, man

the king of new york...

i am greatly saddened by the death of my favorite businessman, mr. john gotti.

if i were a plumbing supply salesman, i would live like john gotti. i would be the dapper diva. i would be a media darling, a tough cookie, and sexy as hell.

i would start each day hanging out with my buddies at the hunt and fish club, get my hair done, and then hang with my other buddies in the city. me and cubegirl and partygirl and gingilove would hang around the streets, laughing and joking. we would go out at night to the clubs. i would hand people hundreds for my martinis and the girls would be able to pay people to spit shine their shoes.

we'd get the shoes off trucks.

i can see it now.

course, CG would have to move back to the city. but i'd make it worth her while. after all, she could live in carroll gardens and a car would take her wherever she needed to go every day. she can have a whole house. with a yard. the dog can be outside. i strongly suggest the place have a roof pool.

PG could stay uptown if she likes, in a traditional 6. i'd have someone do her shopping for her though so she didn't need to drag her ass out of bed for food. she gets parking though. and her own jersey shore house. no shares.

i'd move gingi up to the top floor of her building. the whole floor. we'll gut it and renovate it. all...like...15,000 square feet of it. the roof would be exclusively hers. and of course, she can go to new orleans whenever she wants.

me. i would keep a low profile. stay in windsor terrace. get a modest brownstone. you know. something on the park with a helipad.

i can see it now.

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