You know who we never discuss enough? Ramona Singer. Good old Ramona. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I like her. I do. I want to have some beers with her and then go knock over a 7-11. I think she’d be into that. I feel like she’d back the car up right through the 7-11 front windows and then I’d toss the Slurpee machine into her trunk and then we’d go back to her NYC mansion and have Slurpee’s and vodka. Yeah, she’d be like that kind of friend to me.
Anyway, Ramona showed up to the premiere of “New York, I Love You” in New York City the other night. She’s looking like a hotter version of Kathy Lee Gifford and, well, that’s just all kinds of wrong. But you know what? Ramon Singer, I Love You. Keep looking young and hot and still be a little bit crazy-train because, at the end of the day, that’s what’s important.
Oh, and I want to dance with her. Dance and drink Slurpee’s and vodka. Someone make this happen.
