re: James Franco tries to bed 17yr old.

CadesCove? All right. CadesCove, kiss my arse. Put your lips to my arse and kiss it. French kiss it. Tickle it with your grey whiskers. I got bittersweet news for you. You're washed up. You're old. You're boring. You're not scary. You dress like shite. It's over for you, okay. That's the bitter news. Now the sweet news is: You can retire. You can go play golf, eat your dinners at 3:00 in the afternoon, play with your grandkids, drink Metamucil, old people shite. Okay?
 
Look at me. I got a name people can say. My name's Tom Morrow. I deal with Disney memorabilia and MLMs. People call me Master Gracey. It's easy. Check out my kick-arse hangout here. I got shite loads of glass everywhere. I got a see-through piano. Look at my boys. They're pimped out. We got Gucci, Armani, another Gucci, tailor-made. This is what you need to get to the top of the posters club today. Not hard work trolling. Not looking like Disco Santa Claus. You need charisma. You look like my Uncle Greg. Very nice guy, but, he's a dentist. Now consider this your retirement from posting letter. Boom. It's over. See your way out after I RA you into oblivion.