Take a look at this long Vincent Kartheiser thing that is only about how he rides the bus and lies. Seriously, that’s all it’s about. I think Vincent Kartheiser is fucking with us, and I think I kind of love him for it. Also:
"The instant I told him I turned off my mike he dove into one of the most twisted anecdotes I’ve ever been told, be it by celebrity or drunken barfly, and something tells me that not a single word of it was true, (I can’t get into specifics, but let’s just say it involved a Beanie Baby, underaged porn, a world class junkie/director/photographer and a bloody lunchbox. Enough said)."
No, actually, that is the exact opposite of “enough said.”