I cought this on my blog:
Hey you piece of shit. You fucking drank OUR Crystal at OUR table. You didn’t pay for shit. Danny Yomtobian paid for the bill. I brought you in, you take off and come back when I leave and hang out with Irrum and drink my shit and you fucking tell people we stiffed you on the bill? I didn’t know I could meet a bigger piece of shit than Brad Shaw. Hope to see your ass at the next show.
Comment by Charlo — 1/13/2006 @ 11:33 am | Edit This
OK, Charlo…if I am wrong I will publicly admit it, however —
1. Yes, we did hang out with you at your table at Irrum’s invite.
2. We got all of our drinks from the bar. I drink beer and Jaugermiester.
3. You guys had all disappeared, when we tried to leave — we got bumrushed by security — they said the table had not been paid for and we forked up a couple K for it. I can show you the Visa statement if you wish.
That means one of two things happened:
A. We got stiffed. Not even a big deal…we have money.
B. The Wynn ripped us off and your (we) were double billed.
And if you have anything you would like to say to me at the next show, or whatever, we can take it there too.
I just call ‘em like I see ‘em.
If I’m wrong, accept my appoligies.
Till then..
Eat a dick!
Read the GFY drama here.