What’s a girl to do? How can I choose sides when Robbie Williams and Joe Pesci apparently throw down over some parked cars? As an Italian American, I’m inclined to side with Joe “Funny How?” Pesci. On the other hand, as a lover of celebs who pretend to be rehabbed and friend to the gays, I’m totally inclined to side with Robbie Williams. After all, it is he who puts a spring in my step every time the song Rock DJ comes on my iPod. 
Pesci
On a recent Sunday, when Robbie had his pals (aka: boys he met in the bathroom at XL) over to watch the weekly soccer matches, some of them allegedly blocked Joe Pesci’s driveway with their cars. Pesci, in turn, did the neighborly thing and came storming outside, with a golf club in his hand screaming, “If you don’t move in 30 seconds, I’m going to smash your windscreen!”
First, what the hell is a windscreen? I’m assuming he meant windshield. Second, even though this is kind of dickhead move, it’s Joe Friggin Pesci. What do you expect? He shoots teenagers in their feet (on screen anyway).
Honestly, if I did something to piss Joe Pesci off, like getting really drunk one night peeing on his lawn or something, I’d be really disappointed if he came out all calm and nicey nice and asked me politely to leave. This ho made is fortune ranting and raving and I think it’s hot. Don’t worry Robbie, I’ll cuddle with you and make it all better.
In completely unrelated news, a homeless man just chased me out of Dunkin Donuts, with handfuls of Sweet ‘n Low for an entire block yelling, “Girl! Girl!” I think he wanted me to buy the Sweet ‘n Low or something. I heart NY.
