A ton of gold on the runway probably says something profound about the state of the economy. I couldn't say, because I was blinded by the light.

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Why did I let Midas help me on with my coat...again?


Oh, honey, you didn't go home with Midas! We talked about his materialism!


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And don't think we can't see what's under there!


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You like it? It's a Midas. It's hot...as long as you avoid anything magnetized.


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This was black. I crashed into Midas on line for concessions. Whatever, it works.


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Gold: check. Brocade: check. Fur: check. Why do I feel so drab?


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Guess who has two thumbs, a Sergeant Pepper costume and doesn't give Midas the time of day? This girl.


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Where's Midas?



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