According to Cele|bitchy (which is a great blog but always annoys me whenever I write about it, because I have to look around on my keyboard for the “|” symbol), professional unprofessional Steve-O is hitting back at the National Enquirer for saying he’s a drug-addled girl-groper. He’s only drug-addled, he says on his Myspace blog:
The stories that are circulating right now about me being at some party hitting on random girls and asking to snort drugs from their breasts are not true at all. I will be the first to admit that I’ve snorted all kinds of drugs, in all sorts of situations, but I take offense to claims that I was running around hitting on random women at a time when I was under the impression that I was engaged to be married. I know many of you who are in receipt of this message from me work in the media, and I would greatly appreciate it if you would squash this dishonest journalism. These stories are so untrue, they place me at a party hitting on women when I was locked up in the looney bin.
As excuses go, “I could not have made a debauched public spectacle of myself because I was in a mental institution” is a pretty good one.
Apparently the Enquirer story is accompanied by a picture of him snorting coke off a girl’s leg. So that was just a one-time thing, apparently. What’s he supposed to do, let some helpless young lady walk around with drugs all over her? “Excuse me, miss, I couldn’t help but notice you’ve spilled a bit of cocaine on your leg. May I remove it for you?” It is highly irresponsible to make assumptions about someone of Steve-O’s high moral caliber based on such a selfless act.
Oh, and it was before he got engaged, of course! Get it right.
Seriously, though, if he lives to see 40, maybe he can write a book. He seems like a pretty good writer when he’s not defiling himself. (Kind of like Mick Foley, without the restraint and sense of self-preservation.) I can’t seem to find it at the moment, but I liked the letter he wrote in response to his infamous 2006 appearance on some cruddy Adam Carolla talk show. A true meeting of the minds. (WARNING: Adult language and general Steve-Osity)
P.S. That letter I was talking about is here. (Thanks to Deceiver reader Heather Nelson!) It’s what he calls a “suicide note,” trying to provoke various rappers into shooting him so he doesn’t grow old. He wants to go out in his rectal-bottle-rocket prime.
Digg this
The diminutive dolphin-defender received the amazingly prestigious Gretchen Wyler Award on Saturday night. Whaddaya mean, you’ve never heard of the Gretchen Wyler Award? It’s only the 
Brad Pitt in the Oct. ‘06 issue of 
