Hillary called me an A**hole to my face. You tell me your story about Hitlary calling you an a-hole, and I'll tell you mine about Susan Sarandon knocking me into a doorframe (causing me to spill my iced coffee all over myself...) DETAILS MAN! I WANT DETAILS.
My ex-wife, Carly (she was my wife then) and I were in New Orleans in a club. A movie was being filmed in town and Shannon Doherty and some other actors were there. Doherty was treating the waitresses like crap. We were seated not too far away and Carly tired of it and yelled, "Hey Shannon! Why do you always have to be such a bitch!" To which Doherty replied, "F*** You!"
Carly jumped up from our table and rushed Shannon. Shannon got to her feet, her claws already out. Carly was intercepted by security people, draped over the burly shoulders of a bouncer like a sack of oats tossed out. We could have made the cover of the
National Enquirer if she had only been a couple of steps faster.
What We Are About To Do Here Is What The Good Lord Would Call A Cleansing of the Wicked. I Call It A Good Old Fashioned Texas Ass Kicking.