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...forgotten. If Walker hadn't come up with a two month supply of wheat this summer, they would have starved to death by now. The Chiclets are trying to arrange permanent housing for them before winter hits; just in case, Col. Walker is having stoves made out of scrap metal to heat the tents...
Grubman was a math whiz in high school and was a member of the debate team, marching band and National Honor Society. He listened to heavy metal and at parties would rip phone books in half to impress the girls. Proud of his father's brief boxing career, he would often cock his arm and make ready to land a punch on your jaw, says a former classmate, Jacob Zamansky. Grubman's first job was in strategic planning at AT&T. He later became an analyst at PaineWebber but made his name at Salomon pounding the table for WorldCom...
...everyone still swears a lot. Ozzy still can't figure out the TV remote. And the dogs still soil the carpet, although if they're smart, their agent has now negotiated a per-poop bonus in their contracts. But the series is no longer about the Osbournes, heavy-metal Munsters. It's about the Osbournes, stars of The Osbournes...
Meanwhile, youngest daughter Kelly, glammed up and ready to debut her cover of Madonna's Papa Don't Preach at the MTV Movie Awards, is starting a music career. Like any good metal princess turned teen idol, Kelly is showily ambivalent, wearing a jacket that says POP STARS KISS MY BIG FAT A__, even though on her trendy, punk-lite new single, Shut Up, she sounds like Belinda Carlisle for the 21st century. Jack, the mellower Osbourne sib, thinks sis is getting too big for her crucifixes. During an argument, Kelly tells him, "I hope someone beats...
...site is already underway; hammering and the whine of electric saws disturb contemplative mourners and the curious who venture there. What was once the Sari Club is now a vacant lot, the crater filled with offerings, notes, candles and bouquets. Burning incense barely conceals the acrid smell of burnt metal, but at least the odor of charred flesh has dissipated. A few doors down, souvenir stalls offer 50% off all merchandise, but no one is buying. Says shopkeeper Sita: "Nobody comes, and if they do, they aren't in the mood after seeing all this tragedy...