TWC got an email from Tom Cruise the other day asking about the appropriate wine to serve with placenta. My advice? Same as Christopher Hitchens advice.
I can almost feel Shepard trying to turn over within the confines of his mausoleoum vault in the 'Burgh while groaning (it's a little tight across the shoulders). Good Heavens Mike! It's just not done. Please. Montrachet or a fine White Burgundy. One only dines on placenta on the rarest of occassions.
If there were any takers, you could make book on how screwed up the adult SyriCruise will be. Although Tom Cruise actually gives fruitcake a bad name, the really, really, sick pyschotic part of this story is this:
At the Beverly Hills home of Cruise and Holmes on Tuesday, about a dozen reporters and photographers stood outside the gates and a steady stream of tourists and curious passers-by stopped to take a look. Some visitors left baby gifts outside the gate, which was shrouded in black to keep anyone from peering inside.
Did you catch that? Some people left baby gifts? And one guy was passing out cigars. WTF? You bought a baby gift for a psychotic rich actor that you don't even know? And they let those guys vote, give them driver's licenses, and wonder why the state of the Republic is so dismal.
Cruise claims it's all a joke, that he didn't mean it. No sauteed placenta after all.
As a delivery-room-dad, TWC can assure you that one look at a used placenta would kill your appetite. Unless, of course, you were thinking about making menudo.
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