I’ve had relationships that were a lot like porn movies – lots of hot sex, and lots of bad plot and dialogue.And speaking of porn, I feel the need to bust Charlie Sheen’s balls once more. (He’ll be dead within six months, so I’m just being proactive.) For starters, I hardly think paying for sex is “winning,” dude.
Also, this: driving onto the CBS lot the other day, I was the very first visitor for a brand-new guard who was being trained by a senior guard. I kidded with the older guard, telling him to make sure his trainee didn’t let Charlie Sheen through. Not kidding, the older guard said the powers that be at CBS instructed him to absolutely not allow Charlie on the premises.
So, I’m allowed on the lot, and he isn’t. Phase one of my plan to replace him is complete.
Phase two, have everyone on Twitter unfollow Charlie Sheen today. It just feels right.
