One of our spies was happily strolling out of Wild Oats when she noticed a massive Bentley backing into the first space, reserved for strollers and pregnant folk. "I was thinking, what a jerk, they better have babies in that monster," says the spy. Not so much. "The passenger window is down and I am determined to comment until I got closer and saw it was P. Diddy. There wasn't a kid in the car and his driver ran into the store to fetch while Diddy waited in the front seat." As for our spy chiding Diddy for his parking violations, well, "I chickened out. I should have talked some smack."
April 20, 2007
Diddy Done Wrong
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