Take note.
Accordinng to the always reliable--cough-- Perez Hilton, Colin Farrel recently OD'd on the set of Miami Vice and is now in rehab. I don't know if you kids have been following the production of this film/disaster/epiphany, but this is only the latest in a number of incidents and setbacks, including hurricanes, hard-partying and animosity between Sirs Jamie Foxx and Colin Farrell.
I remember, though, back in my day when this type of behavior was commonplace. We called it professionalism. These greenhorns acting today don't know they're asses from some Uruguayan whore's hole in the wall. I'm glad these two professionals are keeping the tradition alive.
Next, it's your move, Mr. Foxx. Apparently, you and Mr. Farrell have a rivalry going on when it comes to the ladies. And all pussy likes a bad boy. The ball's in your court. Sure you have an Oscar, but can you pull of that rare hat trick, what I like to refer to as the Bad Ass Christ 180? OD'ing, technically dying for several minutes,only to come back to life, blow a few more rails and fuck a bitch as if nothign happened? Only the greatest rock stars and addicts have achieved this...well, and Nikki Sixx. Do this, and you're golden.
Go ahead, Foxx. I dare ya.*
*Note: "Cheki With A Shh!" does not claim liability for Jamie Foxx's accidental death. Or those horrible tattoos he's been rocking lately. C'mon, man, let's get it together.
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