My day at the orphanage.

Filthy rich orphans don’t grow on trees, you know. Some of them are in orphanages. Just yesterday, I went with the White-Faced Women to the Hollywood Orphanage for Parentless Thespians (I said they were my wives, and we were looking to adopt). I was sure we’d find some brats with big inheritances, but no luck. Afterwards, we went for a Quickie Burger. Guess who paid. That’s right! They split it!