“But enough about me… What do you think about me?”

Hey Hip-hop, Fashion, and Marathon fans*:
Do you want to share an intimate dinner with P-Diddy and 12-15 members of his personal entourage? Would you like a dinner companion who changes the location four times, shows up late, answers an endless succession of cell phone calls, talks about how much money he makes, drops the names of his more famous friends, doesn’t ask you so much as what you do for a living, ducks out before the check comes, and probably won’t acknowledge your existence if you should run into him again? Yeah? Then sign up for The New York Post‘s Win Dinner with P. Diddy plus autographed gear Sweepstakes. (Never the innovator, His Diddiness is merely sampling My Dinner with Andre.)
Topics to discuss: The war in Iraq; Will he wear tape on his nipples during the New York City Marathon? What he thinks of the brutality of the African diamond trade. Does he know that Gatsby was shot execution-style at the end of the book? Where the hell is Mase? Also, try not to blush when you see Farnsworth Bentley patting the edges of Diddy’s mouth with a napkin between bites.
*Also fans of really bad Flash openers on Web sites