Damn, it's good to be a gangster. Levi Johnston is pimping large. He and his fay little kerchief rule, don't you know? Oh, appearantly you don't! Let me fill you in, courtesy of Litely Salted (with cited sources):
[Levi Johnston flew out to Los Angeles earlier this week for
last night's GQ "Men of the Year" party, and made a huge assy
spectacle of himself at JFK airport, refusing to stand in line with "the
commoners" (including Seinfeld's Jason Alexander) and insisted to be
seated before everyone else.
A spy on his American Airlines flight told Page Six: "He then made a big show of getting on first. He was seated in the front row of first class, looking like he was born to be there and waiting for some recognition. Jason Alexander was quietly sitting behind him." (Source)
It was a different story when he actually got to the star-studded GQ event, however, because as it turns out nobody gives a shit about some punk-ass 15-minutes-of-fame governor's-daughter-impregnating redneck from Alaska:
Levi, who had on a vest, yellow pocket square and what appeared to be pancake makeup, wandered around the party with both his manager Tank (wearing a diamond earring) and a second beefy gentleman (wearing an earpiece). And no one cared. Levi was largely ignored by other guests as he wandered to get a soda (he's underage) and he checked his Blackberry while Tank hit up the buffet. An hour later, they were gone. (Source)]
I adore Levi's willingness to act as the public thorn in Sarah Palin's side - but baby doll's gotta take it down notch. Don't spoil this for me, Levi. I'm counting on you.
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