Verne Troyer (or, as we affectionately call him, Mini-Me) was enjoying a nice lunch at The Ivy with a lady friend when he was confronted by an angry photographer who accused him of leaving his ex-wife broke and close to suicide.
The conversation was basically the pap repeating over and over, “Genevieve! Your ex-wife! I know her!” Every once in awhile he would throw in a “dot com” after her name, which … doesn’t make any sense.
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