Today I have an appointment in Beverly Hills, because I’m fancy like that. Actually, it’s a court date for making an illegal turn into a gas station. I was driving uphill towards Sunset Blvd. and ran out of gas and had to make the turn or I would have caused major HAVOC on the famous boulevard. The officer didn’t see it that way, maybe he couldn’t see due to his pants being so tight that his one protruding ball kept smacking my left eye’s lashes. He obviously had a problem with me and I suspect that it was either because I am 1. Brown, 2. Female or 3. Comic. I suspect it was 3. because most people that hate me, hate me because I’m funnier than them.