Joanne the Scammer's latest Super Deluxe-wrought foray into Caucasian scamdom finds her and her mink clicking and clacking around the gold-paved sidewalks of Rodeo Drive.
The international messy bitch prophetess steps out of an uber-chic label store with triumphant ease, setting off the store's alarms (naturally); she's immediately stopped by a security guard, who she reprimands for interrupting her phone call with "Kirstie Alley."
"I'm on the phone with Kirstie Alley--If that name means anything in this town anymore!" She says.
What happens next will shatter you to your core.
Can't wait for Joanne to scam the UN.