The Shrimparazzi have finally tracked the elusive Vladimir C. Shrimp, Esq., inside his luxury bachelor town home and managed to stick a camera and microphone in his face.
Vlad’s off stage antics are well known. Waving six tiny handguns around during a drunken bar top scuffle with several gal pals at an upscale Aspen, Colorado, night club recently only served to drive him further underwater in a effort to escape the public’s prying eyes and rebuild his sagging image.
Always a shrimp of few words, Vlad seemed curious and even gracious at first. Then, upon ragged questioning in regards to his unbridled consumption of iodine, Strontium, a certain marine flake food of Columbian manufacture, the meteoric career of Pepe the King Prawn overshadowing his dwindling personality, and his reported fascination with Scientology, the always endearing but unpredictable Vladimir ended our video ambush by taking a few swipes at our intrepid cameraman and yanking out his knuckle hair.
See you in court, Vlad…….