I love Charlie Sheen, I've loved him since he leaned over in Ferris Bueller's Day Off and said, "Drugs?" to Jennifer Grey. He's a badass in the truest meaning of the word. He reminds me of Ferris, the kid who got away with everything...the guy who can talk his way out of anything. Charlie Sheen is the Sausage King of Chicago.
His latest foray into hedonism seems a little blurry even for him. Apparently, it had something to do with a couple of $30,000 a night porn stars, a "sick party" and a briefcase full of cocaine. A fucking briefcase! That's so badass 80s! But...
Why isn't he ever in shit for any of this craziness? He slips in and out of the courthouse like he owns the place. They whisk him away to rehab every now and then but he continues to find his way back to Malibu. So what's the deal? Why we all up in Lindsay's grill but not his?
Is it a guy thing? A Sheen thing? Whatever the Hell it is he's the luckiest son of a bitch I've ever seen. I also heard he had a hernia so, I'm sorry to hear that.
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