Speaking of splashing cash around, if I had a decent brittle bone in my body I'd buy this fat fuck a CHIN and write it off on next years tax return.

I doubt the private investigator will have to move around much because it's obvious AC Cream doesnt move around much, instead sitting in his Virginia Civil War Era Bunker/Shed with his 2 computers, 7,653 Adult DVDs, pile of odd sweatsocks ordering Ribs and Potato Salad from "Bonnie Blue Baby Backs", and writing Obscene Poetic Odes to his Goddesses.

Anyone know if Orson Welles had donated his Semen just before he died?