Page Six has a follow-up to yesterday's story regarding partner managing director Richard Kimball Jr and the neighbors in Southampton whose summers he ruined by not even once considering inviting them over when he was having company. Apparently the bank was "not pleased" with the item. Because it attracted unwanted attention at a time when GS is trying to lay low and just be regular Joes? No! Because it failed to really express just how much puss Kimballer slayed through Labor Day. If you're going to write about the Masters of the Universe having sex parties in the backyard, at least make it halfway realistic. Place Lloyd at the scene. Throw in his wife. Have eyewitness accounts of 16 year-olds rolling around in sticky fifties. This shouldn't be that difficult, and yet, more than 24 hours after the fact, LB has received nary an email from friends asking "did you really mount a Sybian machine out East?" Failure all around.