Adolf Hitler was giving me, my sister and her husband a tour of his house in the Hamptons.
He was wearing big designer sunglasses and was drinking iced tea out of a mason jar.
I was using a fake Italian accent so that Hitler wouldn't know my real identity, which --for some reason -- would spell certain doom.
Weird.
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Friday, 5 March 2010
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