Post gossip dowager Cindy Adams emerges from her mausoleum this morning to -

OMMIGOD WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT ON YOUR HEAD? SWEET MOTHER OF CHRIST! THAT'S SOMETHING I'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO UNSEE! JESUS LORD IN HEAVEN, MAKE IT STOP!

Hmmph. Sorry. Very unprofessional of us. Anyway, Cindy visits the Spitzer house. We hear she didn't take the dogs. It's all in the paper. We, uh, need to step outside for a minute.

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