Now, one might assume that with his oh-so-very I can’t believe it’s not buttery fingers that anything would be so difficult for Fabio to let go of. But one would be wrong. Fabio simply can’t seem to let go at all… as much as he might like to… and what he can’t let go of is rage. “Cloony-rage.” He’s a man consumed, you see. Possessed. Obsessed, even. A man consumed, possessed and obsessed of the irresistible desire to KICK George Cloony’s ASS.

We’ve all been there, haven’t we? Of course we have.

Apparently, that little tiff George and Fabio had… that little “scene”, that bitchy little spat… last fall when George allegedly insulted (and definitely flipped the bird at… there’s photographic proof) the table of women Fabio was lunching with, was so enraging, it is still melting Fabio’s butter. (Or is it?) Remember? Maybe? In that restaurant last November? Here’s a little snippet to jog your brain:

“Actor Fabio is still fuming about his angry encounter with George Clooney in a Los Angeles restaurant last year, and he now regrets not getting physical with the movie hunk…The romance icon stunned diners at Madeo when he exchanged fighting words with Clooney…But Fabio insists he was forced to take action when a female dining companion complained to him that fellow diner Clooney had called her “a fat cow.”

(Fabio) has since revealed that Clooney “was drunk and thought people were taking pictures of him…I apologized and he started being rude so I put him in his place. … I went back to my table and as soon as I sit down he paid his bill, got up and he started insulting the girls. He called the women names. At that point I lost my temper. I went after him and he ran out of the restaurant.”

Fabio says, “I could have fucked him up. Oh my god, I could have beaten the shit out of him. I am still so pissed at him.” 

And me? Well, I’m aroused suddenly for some reason. Stop looking at me like that. Tell no one.

And to this day, they say, the creature called “Fabio” stills roams these parts, late at night when the wind is high, howling for the blood of George Clooney. And flipping his hair.

We’re done here.
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Adrian Ryan

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