I don't mean to be snooty or holier than thou--or at least thee, Charlie Sheen--but we called for an intervention just last week on this here blog thingie (click here to read it), and no one answered. Not even Dr. Drew, who I would imagine would be willing to sell his grandma to get the richest star on TV to be on his celebrity addiction dance party show.
Has Sheen's family just given up? Isn't he at least some kind of cash cow to Denise Richards and their kids? Doesn't anyone who works with him--or for him--give a crap? Chuck Lorre, do you have an exit plan once Charlie O-Ds or just generally implodes, or are you just sticking with the brainiac show (which I love) or the fat people show (which I despise)?
Today's rumors include a suitcase full of cocaine, severe abdominal pains, an ambulance, a hospital, and two porn stars. It's almost like a Jeopardy answer...and here's the question: How was your day, Charlie Sheen?
I'll take celebrity trainwrecks for $400, Alex.
ADDED 1/28/11: Okay. He checked himself into rehab. FINALLY.
You are right. You wrote it and I read it. I snickered to myself because I hoped you to be right but did not comment in the event you were not. I am now a total believer in your insight into Sheen.
Posted by: Mel | January 29, 2011 at 08:53 PM