Thursday, April 24, 2014

Drinking with George: Hollywood Moonbat Butt-hurt Over Hero Put Down

"I said the President was my longtime friend and then he said your friend is an asshole."

According to hotel Magnate Steve Wynn, Moonbat George Clooney  got his panties all in a wad Tuesday at a dinner that ended in verbal fireworks. Wynn said Clooney “got drunk” on tequila shots and stormed off after delivering an F-bomb.
So sensitive, these actors.

The two-time Oscar winner issued the following statement in an email sent through his publicist:
“There were nine people at that table ... so you can ask them. ... Steve likes to go on rants.
“He called the president an asshole ... that is a fact ... I said the President was my longtime friend and then he said ‘your friend is an asshole.’ ... At that point I told Steve that HE was an asshole and I wasn’t going to sit at his table while he was being such a jackass.
“And I walked out. There were obviously quite a few more adjectives and adverbs used by both of us. Those are all the facts. It had nothing to do with politics and everything to do with character.”

"Cloony started talking about the Affordable Care Act, and that’s when I spoke up,” said Wynn, a frequent critic of Obamacare. “He didn’t like that either. I think my discussion about the Affordable Care Act was the straw that broke the camel’s back."
“When he’s drinking, he considers himself a close personal buddy of the president.
“He got up and said, ‘I don’t have to listen to this (expletive) stuff. The only person who got excited at the table was George, and he ran off to another bar. “Clooney’s fun to be with when he’s sober,” Wynn added. “If you have a chance to drink with him, you want to get there early, and don’t stay late.


  1. Any friend of Obama's is no friend of mine. Clooney is a BIG ASSHOLE.

  2. And the way we, as mature adults, stick up for our "friends" when they are verbally maligned is to ---

    1. Defend their honor
    2. Stop our widdle feetsies and shout out, "So are you, you poopy head!"
    3. Try to come up with an intelligent rejoinder and, when we can't, slink away, tail between our legs, perhaps whimpering #2 above.

    How saith thou, Georgie Porgy?