I’m rooting for Charlie Sheen to get his shit together, I really am. Certainly texts along these lines aren’t a good sign:
He may have ditched the cocaine and the goddesses and the tiger blood, but he’s cavorting with something even more dangerous to his career: Tara Reid. In the dictionary next to the word “trainwreck” you’ll find a picture of a railroad accident, then you’ll actually notice that you’ve spelled it wrong and it’s two words. If there’s a letter (b) in the dictionary entry there’s gonna be a picture of Patrick Monahan and his band mates getting drunk. The point of this story is that if I were writing the dictionary Tara Reid would be at the top of that list. Oh and also, I’d only use pictures in my dictionary. You know why? Cuz screw words, that’s why.
Moral of this terribly told story: ix-nay on the ara-Tay, Charlie. She is not WINNING.