Celebrities you've met?

Love that Barber story

I met Prince back in this Spring...
PDiddy's umbrella guy - Farnsworth Bently...
De La Soul

Prince and DeLa = Very cool.
Farnsworth Bently = Not cool. ;)

You know who I'd honestly pay money to hang out with? It's CP. I bet he does the craziest shit ever.

Somebody you don't want to hang out with: the Jackass crew

(You'd fall asleep and they'd glue your eyelids shut...or something like that)

You know who I'd honestly pay money to hang out with? It's CP. I bet he does the craziest shit ever.
A co-worker and I were having a conversation a couple of weeks ago about who would be fun to hang out with for a day. We decided to make a list of five (living) people. My list was:
1. Portis
2. Hugh Hefner
3. Will Farrel
4. Richard Branson (I think that's his name; the guy who owns the Virgin companies and owns an incredible island in the Fiji area)
5. The Crocodile Hunter, Steve Irwin

Good list. Here's mine:
1. Hugh Hefner
2. Dave Chappelle
3. George Carlin
4. Joe Gibbs
5. Chris Berman

Good list. Here's mine:
1. Hugh Hefner
2. Dave Chappelle
3. George Carlin
4. Joe Gibbs
5. Chris Berman

But only if I get to wear leather pants (http://deadspin.com/sports/chris-berman/he-could-go-all-the-way-166410.php).

Wow...I never knew Boomer was such a pimp.

Boomer now moves up to number 2 on my list :)

Aight....I'll do my best to make this sound interesting without sensationalizing the night.

So me and like three of my boys drive from D.C. to N.Y. on a very cold week night, again we're talking late 80s here. Initially we were going to meet another friend who lived in NY. The plan never involved meeting Mike Tyson or anyone else for that matter. Finally we get there, somewhere in NY, and we start meandering down these dark ass, very shady streets and my boy like pops outta nowhere and hops into the truck. (remember the show when Dave Chappelle goes to the hood and he didn't know about it until he was there, yeah you get the picture)

We then decide to go to this very happening club in Harlem. It was like five stories tall with a different genre of music on every floor. It was mainly a hip-hop/R&B type crowd although it was very mixed. Chics galour...unreal!..but I digress. So my buddy makes a call on his (now antiquated) mobile phone and tells us we're meeting up with some other thug friends of his and we're going together. Like five minutes later we pull up to an entorage of SUVs and Mike Tyson is the front one on the passenger side. Get this - the guy driving Tyson around is name Jesus....not (Hay-Zus) Jesus...as in Christ!! We were cracking up when we heard this, but you know all the time we're trying to be the cool dudes from D.C. I knew it would be an interesting night right then and there.

So Tyson jumps out of the SUV (red Toyota) and starts congregating in the streets with some of the guys. He's friggin' wearing a short mink coat, right?, with one of those thermal long sleve shirts underneath it (the kind your dad used to wear), blue jeans and a pair of ankle high New Balance boots with no socks....talk about Thug Fabulous! Anyway, so we get to the club...oh, actually before the club he pulls off an antic. We come to a stop a light (we're like three vehicles behind him and Jesus) and there's a couple of, either Japanese or Korean, women in a car at the same light. They look up and see Tyson in the passenger side of the truck. True shit! I guess they recognize who it was and got excited. So they're like talking with their hands signaling "give us an autograph", right? He f'n jumps out of the truck right there at the red light and starts trying to get their phone number totally ignoring the fact they want his autograph. But there was the whole language barrier thing so they really couldn't get the words out...and after all it is Mike Tyson we're talking about here. He starts doing all this wild shit in the middle of the street and finally the ladies got scared and turned off by everything. He really scared them with some of the shit he was saying to them. They roll up the car windows in haste....and disgust (yes, we're still at this f'n light)....(no way I'll get to what happened at the club part on this same page)...Tyson get's pissed and starts shaking their little Japanese car right there in the middle of the street! The light finally turns green (it probably turned green and red about twice but I was so caught up I didn't realize it!) and they pull off tires screeching and speaking in some foreign language. He's giving them the finger, yelling obscenities, holding his crotch and everything as they pull off.

I couldn't freaking believe what I just saw - it was surreal. We just met this guy that is larger than life and he's acting like a complete idiot and animal in the middle of the street.

To quote Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, "Finish...the F**kin'...story!"
This is an instant classic already!