Wherein I read excepts from the memoir of Conrad Hilton, a racist mentally ill hotel tycoon who inexplicably must have managed to dictate his delusional life story to an unsuspecting ghost writer before drowning in a tin bathtub filled with stolen gypsy wine.
The fancy "animal dances" fail to impress mother. What a cunt!
Conrad Hilton versus the savage but wise Navajos. Point: Navajos.