What is the matter with Ed Asner's brain? At least we know who the enemies of the United States are, and Ed's high on the list.
Stupid question; it doesn't exist.
It was evacuated during an ealier trip to the men's room.
It's been pickled in scotch. Seriously, I once saw the guy in New Orleans, three sheets to the wind. Late one night, I spotted Asner staggering down the middle of Bourbon Street, blind drunk. Judging by the way his shirttail was pulled out on one side, I'd say that a bouncer helped him out into the street.
It was surreal - a crowd of people sort of formed a loose circle around him and moved along with him - laughing at him and waving more of their friends over to see the big "celebrity". And me without a camera. Curses!!