SL55/63/65/R230 AMG: Road Rage in my SL65!
It just amazes me that someone soooo important and soooooooo rich and sooooooooo busy has the time to 'flirt' with the poor slobs at MBWorld. We should feel honored (clutching Wall Mart tissue filled with tears of joy!).
Thanks ohhh so much for sharing what must be an incredible imagination and vast amounts of free time with us....you have given us all a great diversion and a good laugh.
.....Just looking at my Rolex Daytona watch you already back from Paris so soon...
.....What happen sweetheart....
....the deal went sour.....
Last edited by SL BRABUS; Oct 23, 2004 at 10:09 PM.
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Last edited by SL BRABUS; Oct 23, 2004 at 10:38 PM.
I socialise, and have been doing for years. I've found that when you are in business, and connected to a brand like MB in such a big way, people want you at their parties. But I dont get free designer gear. You must be someone really special...
So who are you, and how would us "inferior individuals" know of you?
The Best of Mercedes & AMG
Yesterday, while waiting at Fédération Française de la Couture, I happened to pick up the latest copy of a juicy French tabloid, the cover strewn with a montage of photos of the rich I it was, clear as a day, a photo me taken the eighth of September 2004, hair wetted down, a Harry Winston chain draped around my neck, the briefest of Dolce & Gabbana briefs clinging to my thighs. I was so excited!
After my fitting at Fédération Française de la Couture, off I was to my Coco Chanel Suite, in the Hotel Ritz Paris. It’s nothing short of Fabulous, it would surely make Mrs. Chanel proud! Later on in the day, while I was at the front of the hotel waiting for my Hermes baggage to be unloaded from the S600, I ran into an MBWorld.org member! Ironically, I also met up with an old acquaintance I met at the Maybach factory in Sindelfingen! But sadly,we couldn’t speak for long do to his appearance. I couldn't allow to french press to snap me mingling with the fashionably distressed! The look, dare one say it, *gasp* did not conjure up the world of glamour and allure that Christian Dior Couture depends on!
During the day, I stopped at the Yves St. Laurent Boutique on Rue Du Faubourg, which is undergoing its own metamorphosis in the wake of Tom Ford's unhappy departure. Still distraught from Ford’s absence, I sporadically began to grab ready-to-wear coats, trousers, and accessories to ease the sadness and pain that still eats out my heart! The room was eerie and depressing until, Naomi Campbell shows up! I love her! She always knows how to make me smile! We euro-kissed then tranced straight into fitting room.
While trying to model the freshly arrived Rive Gauche trench coat in YSL's wonderfully lit fitting rooms, my Vertu phone rang, which cut our world renowned cat-walking short! For, I had a casting with Alexander McQueen in 30 minutes! I promptly left the YSL boutique with the sales associates (carrying my shopping bags), but I could not find my S600 Limousine! I quickly paged the driver and tell him to come pick me up ASAP, before I report his minimum wage *** to his company . Noticably frightened , he tells me he’s having car trouble! How typical of Mercedes! *Rolling Prada moisturized eyes*
Anyscrew, my Platinum-Edition Vertu rings again, who is it? Alexander McQueen hectically rushing me for my casting/fitting for this seasons show! I was sooo about to page Breitling Rescue Services, but Alexander ensured me that he would send a car down to Rue Du Faubourg Saint-Honore immediately. He was not joking! I glanced down at my diamond Harry Winston watch, and 10 Minutes later I hear a distinctive sound! Hmmmm what could this be? G55 AMG! I quickly hop in the wagon, and am greeted by Alexander’s driver. How cheeky!
I’m loving this trip so far, it’s beyond fabulous! Chat later! Entretien à vous plus tard!!!
Last edited by PRChris; Oct 25, 2004 at 01:13 PM.
rotflmao..
:p :p
Yesterday, while waiting at Fédération Française de la Couture, I happened to pick up the latest copy of a juicy French tabloid, the cover strewn with a montage of photos of the rich I it was, clear as a day, a photo me taken the eighth of September 2004, hair wetted down, a Harry Winston chain draped around my neck, the briefest of Dolce & Gabbana briefs clinging to my thighs. I was so excited!
After my fitting at Fédération Française de la Couture, off I was to my Coco Chanel Suite, in the Hotel Ritz Paris. It’s nothing short of Fabulous, it would surely make Mrs. Chanel proud! Later on in the day, while I was at the front of the hotel waiting for my Hermes baggage to be unloaded from the S600, I ran into an MBWorld.org member! Ironically, I also met up with an old acquaintance I met at the Maybach factory in Sindelfingen! But sadly,we couldn’t speak for long do to his appearance. I couldn't allow to french press to snap me mingling with the fashionably distressed! The look, dare one say it, *gasp* did not conjure up the world of glamour and allure that Christian Dior Couture depends on!
During the day, I stopped at the Yves St. Laurent Boutique on Rue Du Faubourg, which is undergoing its own metamorphosis in the wake of Tom Ford's unhappy departure. Still distraught from Ford’s absence, I sporadically began to grab ready-to-wear coats, trousers, and accessories to ease the sadness and pain that still eats out my heart! The room was eerie and depressing until, Naomi Campbell shows up! I love her! She always knows how to make me smile! We euro-kissed then tranced straight into fitting room.
While trying to model the freshly arrived Rive Gauche trench coat in YSL's wonderfully lit fitting rooms, my Vertu phone rang, which cut our world renowned cat-walking short! For, I had a casting with Alexander McQueen in 30 minutes! I promptly left the YSL boutique with the sales associates (carrying my shopping bags), but I could not find my S600 Limousine! I quickly paged the driver and tell him to come pick me up ASAP, before I report his minimum wage *** to his company . Noticably frightened , he tells me he’s having car trouble! How typical of Mercedes! *Rolling Prada moisturized eyes*
Anyscrew, my Platinum-Edition Vertu rings again, who is it? Alexander McQueen hectically rushing me for my casting/fitting for this seasons show! I was sooo about to page Breitling Rescue Services, but Alexander ensured me that he would send a car down to Rue Du Faubourg Saint-Honore immediately. He was not joking! I glanced down at my diamond Harry Winston watch, and 10 Minutes later I hear a distinctive sound! Hmmmm what could this be? G55 AMG! I quickly hop in the wagon, and am greeted by Alexander’s driver. How cheeky!
I’m loving this trip so far, it’s beyond fabulous! Chat later! Entretien à vous plus tard!!!
Yesterday, while waiting at Fédération Française de la Couture, I happened to pick up the latest copy of a juicy French tabloid, the cover strewn with a montage of photos of the rich I it was, clear as a day, a photo me taken the eighth of September 2004, hair wetted down, a Harry Winston chain draped around my neck, the briefest of Dolce & Gabbana briefs clinging to my thighs. I was so excited!
After my fitting at Fédération Française de la Couture, off I was to my Coco Chanel Suite, in the Hotel Ritz Paris. It’s nothing short of Fabulous, it would surely make Mrs. Chanel proud! Later on in the day, while I was at the front of the hotel waiting for my Hermes baggage to be unloaded from the S600, I ran into an MBWorld.org member! Ironically, I also met up with an old acquaintance I met at the Maybach factory in Sindelfingen! But sadly,we couldn’t speak for long do to his appearance. I couldn't allow to french press to snap me mingling with the fashionably distressed! The look, dare one say it, *gasp* did not conjure up the world of glamour and allure that Christian Dior Couture depends on!
During the day, I stopped at the Yves St. Laurent Boutique on Rue Du Faubourg, which is undergoing its own metamorphosis in the wake of Tom Ford's unhappy departure. Still distraught from Ford’s absence, I sporadically began to grab ready-to-wear coats, trousers, and accessories to ease the sadness and pain that still eats out my heart! The room was eerie and depressing until, Naomi Campbell shows up! I love her! She always knows how to make me smile! We euro-kissed then tranced straight into fitting room.
While trying to model the freshly arrived Rive Gauche trench coat in YSL's wonderfully lit fitting rooms, my Vertu phone rang, which cut our world renowned cat-walking short! For, I had a casting with Alexander McQueen in 30 minutes! I promptly left the YSL boutique with the sales associates (carrying my shopping bags), but I could not find my S600 Limousine! I quickly paged the driver and tell him to come pick me up ASAP, before I report his minimum wage *** to his company . Noticably frightened , he tells me he’s having car trouble! How typical of Mercedes! *Rolling Prada moisturized eyes*
Anyscrew, my Platinum-Edition Vertu rings again, who is it? Alexander McQueen hectically rushing me for my casting/fitting for this seasons show! I was sooo about to page Breitling Rescue Services, but Alexander ensured me that he would send a car down to Rue Du Faubourg Saint-Honore immediately. He was not joking! I glanced down at my diamond Harry Winston watch, and 10 Minutes later I hear a distinctive sound! Hmmmm what could this be? G55 AMG! I quickly hop in the wagon, and am greeted by Alexander’s driver. How cheeky!
I’m loving this trip so far, it’s beyond fabulous! Chat later! Entretien à vous plus tard!!!
And to think I charted a helicopter back to the Ritz, wrinkling my Fendi Couture and ruining my Frederick Fekkai cropped mane, just to come back to your negativity?
*Throws gold Versace Butterfly Garden Collection Mini Dish at the wall*
I am so stressed!
*Clutches original Burberry teddy and calls for in-room massaging*
Last edited by PRChris; Oct 25, 2004 at 05:12 PM.
*Puts on Prada reading glasses and attempts to read*
Hun, you know I can't read that! My French is limited!
*Asks Ritz Paris personal assistant to translate*
Why are you so bitter? Are you poor, or just frustrated with your little hatchback? Please don't blame it on me!
Ciao!
Last edited by PRChris; Oct 25, 2004 at 05:27 PM.
You're the man Chris
Hun, you know I can't read that! My French is limited!
*Asks Ritz Paris personal assistant to translate*
Why are you so bitter? Are you poor, or just frustrated with your little hatchback? Please don't blame it on me!
Ciao!
You are a fake person and are disgusting. I wish that you would die and stop posting here. Which member of mbworld did you meet in paris? I, as much of the other members are anxious to find out.
That is my lose translation from 1 year of HS french.
Hun, you know I can't read that! My French is limited!
*Asks Ritz Paris personal assistant to translate*
Why are you so bitter? Are you poor, or just frustrated with your little hatchback? Please don't blame it on me!
Ciao!
You are a fake person and are disgusting. I wish that you would die and stop posting here. Which member of mbworld did you meet in paris? I, as much of the other members are anxious to find out.
That is my lose translation from 1 year of HS french.
At the hotel I met 'Dr. Benz.' He was driving a beautiful silver Maybach 57 that was rented.
hey fruitcake, aka chris
surely someone as sophistaced as you speaks more then one laguage do you not?

Why do you assume I only speak one language? Was it ever mentioned? And if that was the case, I have a translator on-spot during all my escapades anyway.
*Admires beautifully revamped skin*
Last edited by PRChris; Oct 25, 2004 at 10:29 PM.

what else do you have tucked away in that "man-bag" of yours? K-Y? Astroglide? Whatever Tom (and Joe, Billy, Gianni, and all your other customers er friends) wants goes eh?
P.S. I'd rather be a pauper then get my *** torn up by every designer out there for free crappy ****...
*admires pristine untouched anus*
Last edited by nlpamg; Oct 25, 2004 at 10:34 PM.
Sweetheart, you obviously have no clue about FASHIONWOOD, so we'll just leave it at that.
*Yawn*
Go fluff my special-made Versace beaded pillow (Indian), I'm a bit sleepy









