When you earn the big bucks like I do, it's easy to do what you want. My "vision" for the shoot was to rent this quaint little strip club I saw in Monaco years ago. The crystal champagne glasses clinked ever so harmonically. But I digress. The point is that I was watching VH1's 50 BIGGEST BALLERS IN HIP-HOP and realized I knew most of them. One call to Jay-Z and I was offered his private jet. I wasn't happy with the limo and think I got stuck with that guy who ratted on OJ. Not cool, man. I like driver's who keep their mouths shut....especially when they see drunk and high girls stumbling around with one high heel on. Again, I digress. It was a wonderful journey to the south of France and I was happy to pay Ricki the thousands I had at my disposal.

Would anyone care for some leftover Alaskan King Crab legs?