Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Several years ago, I represented a beauty queen. Really. An actual beauty queen. Mrs. America, in fact. I'm serious. And Mrs. America's husband insisted that he be addressed as Mr. America. Even in court. I swear. I can't make this shit up. Mr. America was a little bitter that Mrs. America wanted a divorce. He demanded that she give back her breast implants and porcelain veneers. And he wanted half of her Mrs. America prize package, including her stay at the Hawaiian Hilton Village. Then he went and posted nude pictures of her on the internet. You would think that would have ignited an all out of war. Nope. They reconciled. Don't worry. It didn't last. They ended up getting divorced about a year later.