THE DIRTY ARMY: Pnazi went out to a fine Italian dinner in Scottsdale, and when he was brought regular angel hair instead of low carb Wheat pasta, he had a fit at the table. He teared up in the eyes and punched the bowl of pasta with his fist sending scalding hot marinara flying at his face. He stormed out with his super fit girlfriend and she did back handsprings all the way to the door.
I knew he was alive. Spotting P-Nazi is like spotting Nessi these days.- nik