The best part is when the guy hauls out the blueprints to count Jeet's footsteps from his bed to the head. You can imagine Jeet's full bladder, bursting at its seams, while he scrambles down the corridor.
Another sterling moment comes at the end, when after 3 minutes of invading Jeet's privacy -- practically showing anybody with freeze-frame capabilities how to break into the place -- the guy suddenly starts gushing over how many jobs Jeter created, and what a pleasure it is to have him in Tampa.
Of course, he won't be pulling the blueprints on the neighboring mansions, because -- after all -- they made their money the honest way -- by inheriting it, or by bank bailouts, or lawyering. No sense sifting through their laundry piles. They're regular folk, macaroni salad people, just like you and me!
Finally, it's a Fox station, which guarantees saucy shots of Minka.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
The hottest tourist attraction in Tampa
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