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A mildly entertaining benefit of having lived many years in Hollywood and points adjacent is the easy ability to play a game called Most Famous Person to Ever: Most famous person ever to sit at your restaurant station.

Biggest celebrity you ever saw not pick up their dog’s droppings while on a walk.

Yesterday I was prepping questions for a future Thursday conversation guest and wondered for myself: Who’s the biggest celebrity ever to hit on me? It was years ago, but with their eyes, Cree Summer and Meshell Ndegeocello told me I could get it.

Separately, to be clear. And I wouldn’t call either of them famous famous.

For a minute, Toni Basil was what I was going to say. We spent a drunken evening in a West Los Angeles bar, playing pool while I tried to guess who she is. Siouxsie Sioux was one of my guesses.

I never know who any celebrities are.

One fall night in Manhattan, I smoked a joint with Candace Bushnell and she became naked in her anecdotes the moment her boyfriend—my ex-wife’s editor and publisher—walked off the balcony and back into the party.

But the most famous person ever to try to tell me I could get it is…

Fabio. A big hunk of white man who once was, for some reason, a thing.

Yeah dude, Fuckin’ Fabio yo. And before you ask how I can be sure that he was cruising me, let me say—not for the first time—that I’m a veteran of Hollywood and San Francisco gym shower scenes. All modes of crotch-watching I have seen. Vanilla straight as I am, I always low-key want to explain that I’m a grower and not a show-er, that what they’ve visually seized upon is not the entire story.

Anyway, on the bathroom walk back in this long-ago-closed Sunset Strip bistro, Fabio was just memorizing the lump in my jeans. All but putting a down payment on the dick. Brazen af, as though the closet were not a thing in the late nineties.

And that’s the most famous come-on that I can recollect. But I been smoking hella weed. (Feel free to share your celebrity flirtations in the comments section).

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10 Berner says he gave Dre The Chronic

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On the Bootleg Kev podcast, polarizing legal weed star Berner said he had Cookies cultivate the most beautiful flower the company had yet to grow, named it The Chronic, presented it to Dr. Dre, and… straight got turned down.
Bootleg Kev

• Berner’s a big, flashy name in Legalweedland, but the rapper-turned-businessman’s recent litigation issues probably didn’t play well with The Doctor. This century, Dr. Dre has been a mainstream guy, the type who donates buildings to private institutions.

• In the wide-ranging interview, Berner talks about his new partnership with the writers of Snowfall, but sidesteps the issue of rappers in the legal weed game who don’t actually smoke.

Lil Hit

• Drake provided Kevin Durant an A&R credit on For all the Dogs, Drake’s highly-anticipated newest record.