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Originally posted by Spanky
I had an Oscar nominated List A actor wake me up in the middle of the night looking for pot. A Channel runway model, who has had a lot of bit parts in stuff, told him as a joke that I was the go to guy and never thought he would act on it. I threw him out of my room not realizing who he was (but considering how tired I was his celebrity status may not have made a difference).
That same model dated the owner of Cirque de Soleil, who flew us out to Vegas on his private jet where we hooked up with Less and got to see one of the shows from the best seats in the house.
How does that rate?
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Really? You're going to make me pull out the big guns? Fine. I shared a hotel room in St. Petersburg with Spud Webb one Super Bowl weekend. He wanted to sleep with my girlfriend, but she wouldn't give it up. We were all best buds on Friday, friendly on Saturday, and decidedly distant on Sunday. Spud Webb, people. Grotto with Betty White, Southwest flight from Vegas with Vince Vaughn, St. Petersburg beach hotel room with Spud Webb. Does it get any better than this? I mean, other than if I slept with a Stanley Cup winner team captain.
