I've always assumed Charlie Sheen was a smarmy, pervy, nasty creep. He loved those cheerleader-whores of Heidi Fleiss' an awful lot. So it's no surprise that the Smoking Gun is reporting that he's left his soon-to-be-former-wife Denise Richards such charming voicemails as this one:
"You're a f*cking liar and you know what it's like...f*ck you. Okay, I hope you rot in f*cking hell. You're a piece of sh*t f*cking liar and I hope you rot in hell. So f*ck you. I hope I never talk to you again you f*cking c*nt. F*ck you. So you're a coward and a liar and a f*cking n*gger so f*ck you."
She's a "f*cking n*gger?" What the hell is wrong with Charlie Sheen?
Oh yeah, that's right, DECADES of cocaine and prostitutes. And enabling
yes-men and a pampered Hollywood lifestyle that holds him accountable
for nothing. What a loser-ass moron.
But Alec Baldwin? Wherefore art thou, "Hunt For Red October" era, cute
and clever, pre-bloat and rage, pre-horrible-breakup-with-Kim-Basinger,
pre-evolution-into-current-state-of-bloviation Alec Baldwin? Oh yeah,
that's right, GONE.
Today's Alec Baldwin has "put
his fist through a wall during an argument about onstage
air-conditioning and was 'throwing things around with all of us
cowering'...the actor created an 'unhealthy and oppressive situation
onstage and off'."
Oh well, at least he wasn't busted for cokey shenanagans in an anonymous hotel room like his brother Daniel.