The following ten stills were taken during my friend (and future roommate) Michael Wakefield and I
had temporary face lifts. After the beautify-ing effects of our new facial surgery took effect...we went uptown to meet our future (rich) husbands and live the rest of our lives as glamorous movie star princesses. What do you think??? Unfortunately, just as we were being whisked inside the velvet ropes at Le Snoote Clube (having arrived there in style in the concorde jet - accompanied by two jillion-zillionare, 18-year-old, Arab oil tycoons who were lavishing us with diamonds and weasel-fur coats - 'No!' I kept pouting... 'No! I won't marry you!'), our tape...um, I mean...PLASTIC SURGERY came "undone" and we were kicked to the curb. Sigh... we'll always remember the memories though.
What happened the night I moved into Micheal's pad???
Scroll down for a taste of what to expect from us for the next 6 months......
Welcome to your new home Mark!
Moving in day:
