Thursday, April 30, 2015
Let this be a cautionary tale. Never sleep with a celebrity until you've determined he's important enough. Now this poor girl has to go through life with the shame of knowing she only slept with a bass player. Let the years of therapy begin.
My favorite related concerns a certain character from the '60s and '70s. He was in a series of commercials for a gasoline company. At the same time he was acting in dinner theater. One night he goes to bed with one of the ushers. They're in the throes of passion and she yells out, "I'm fucking Mr. Dirt!"
You gotta love show business!
By Ken Levine at 6:00 AM