Grow Up Chuck

Charlie, Charlie, Charlie, Charlie...

I'm sure most straight American men would love Charlie Sheen's life.  He makes people laugh for a living.  He was married to Denise Richards.  He's paid very well for Two and a Half Men.  He parties with hot chicks.  But c'mon, Chuck.  You aren't Keith Richards.  You can't drink, snort and screw all night like you're 27.  Since October, you've been to the hospital twice after partying with adult film stars.  Now normally, I'd say you deserve some sort of  medal for this.  But Charlie, you have kids.  You have a successful television show.  In other words, you aren't Pauly Shore.  He could get away with this kind of behavior.  You need to slow down.  As appealing as it would be to hang out with Capri Anderson or Kacey Jordan, you need to think about priorities, Charlie.  Let's face it, Denise Richards has nothing going for her right now.  She and your kids are counting on that CBS paycheck.  If you die because you are snorting drugs and doing body shots off a 20-something porn star, your kids lose.  I doubt you will learn from this latest incident, Charlie.  None of the issues in the past have managed to penetrate your thick head.  (I'll let the obvious comment about Kacey Jordan and penetration go this time...)  I know you won't read this blog.  I know there is no one in your inner circle who will read it either, Charlie.  But grow up.  You're too old for this shit.