Today I saw a real life celebrity meltdown. This is apparently the behaviour that put Charlize on the A-star list, but there is nothing quite so awful as a barely known, two-star “performer” trying to tear apart one of the little people. It was like watching wild dogs eat a gnu alive – riveting, but abhorrent. There was even the shriek of, “Do you know who I am?”
Of course we do, you’re that self-obsessed loser from the TV.
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