This is so strange I don''t even know how to describe it, but a woman made out with Tarantino and then he tried to hook up with her, and all kinds of weirdness follows.\
Best line of Tarantino''s to the woman he''s trying to hook up with:\
[quote]Quentin: Wow so you really loved Reservoir Dogs, huh? Which of my other films do you like?
A young woman who works in show business emailed 15 friends last week with a tale about meeting director Quentin Tarantino at a party. She made out with him, took sexy pictures in a photo booth, and watched him whip out his "short," "fat," "nub-like" penis. She then had foot fetish quasi-sex with him, she claims.
The email%E2%80%94which included an attached photo of Miss Sexy Toes' photo booth pics (right)%E2%80%94went viral, and has been forwarded to us multiple times after "circulating the entertainment industry." But is it true? Erotic fiction? Some kind of strange viral campaign? (Say, promoting the film script strategically placed underneath the photo booth pics? We blacked out Miss Sexy Toes' face in our version.) We reached out to the the emailer, who seems to be a real person. She has yet to respond. Quentin Tarantino's representative also did not respond.
In the meantime, here is the glorious unverified story. Names and identifying details have been redacted. Not that there's any shame in getting your toes sucked! Raunchy lady entertainment is all the rage right now, so this email will get turned into a syndicated sitcom in, like, 5 minutes, anyway.
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Date: Mon, Jun 13, 2011 at 11:24 PM
Subject: I meet Quentin Tarantino, hilarity ensues
Attachments: 1 [Ed: See above image]
You are either getting this e-mail because I've promised I would tellyou this story and haven't yet, you're besties with someone I used to hook up with, or because my need for attention and adulation has reached such an all time high that I decided to pick 15 of you at random to listen to this story (most likely explanation), but all the same, below is the (in)famous but true story of how I met Quentin Tarantino... [redacted] and [redacted], I'll be expecting your short film script of this in my inbox in the next couple of weeks...
Wednesday, June 1st, 2011:
Get a BBM at 8 in the morning from my friend [redacted] telling me we're going to a party in "the Hills" that night because the Yankees were in town. But this party now presents a conundrum as a) I didn't know people partied on Wednesdays because I'm uncool and b) I had just run out of clean underwear and hadn't shaved my legs in three days, so I wasn't really in a "party" sort of place. (what's that you say? You're surprised I'm single?) However, after being told to grow a pair, I decided to join the girls after work for this fiesta.
Party time rolls around that evening and despite being a Wednesday, and based on how many trashy girls in short dresses there are, it looks like the inside of any club in Las Vegas has vomited inside this music producer's home. Minus all the hordes of Asians you get in real Las Vegas. I spend my first hour at this party irritated at having to even be there, and then telling the Yankees picture Joba Chamberlain how he'll never be as great as my beloved Brian Wilson. I think he may have called me a lesbian as I was walking away, but I guess you can't blame him since I did choose to wear pants. Anyways, I digress.
Heading back inside, bored out of mind, I look over and notice Jamie Foxx and Quentin Tarantino have joined the melee. Joy. Two more people at this party who could not give a shit about who I am. I go back to texting in the corner while stuffing my face with a hot dog.
About an hour later I'm making a drink and realize the pasty tall fellow pouring orange juice into my glass is the man himself, QT." (cont.)
He''s such a dorkish tool. \
When he first started out, he was actually a pretty nice guy.
This is hilarious. She really was unnecessarily cruel though. He was a gentleman, and she made fun of both his appearance and his penis. She also looks like a hooker. If she found him so unattractive, she should not have let him suck on her feet while jerking off.
(cont.) "Realizing I kind of have to go for at it this point, in all my nerd glory blurt out: "I'm sure everyone tells you this but I fucking loved Reservoir Dogs. I watched it when I was 11 for my school newspaper, and it's badass." He starts laughing, thanks me, pleasantries are exchanged about how I was clearly a fucked up 11 year old for watching Reservoir Dogs, and we start what appears it might be a delightful little chat about film. Until this happens:
Quentin: Wow so you really loved Reservoir Dogs, huh? Which of my other films do you like? (this blatant arrogance is the type of douchebaggery that really gets my gourd about Hollywood, so now my film boner has turned to film hate fuck, and I feel the need to cheekily undermine Quentin.)
Me: Oh wow. You know, I really didn't like Kill Bill...
Quentin: What? What do you mean? 1 or 2?
Me: Ehh, a little bit of both. I just didn't care for them.
Quentin: Wow...I don't think anyone has said that to my face about my seminal films.
Me: Perhaps it's because you call them your seminal films. Shouldn't you wait for someone else to say that?
Quentin: You know, you've got a mouth on you. I like that.
At this point, QT puts an arm around me and I'm acutely aware that Quentin Tarantino has an arm around me. As are my four friends, who are all looking at me as if I have grown a second head. To be fair, I am easily the most uncool out of all my friends (I go to Q's in Brentwood four nights a week), so the fact that anyone even mildly famous wants to speak to me is pretty shocking. He's chatting with my friends and I like it's no big deal, I am pretending like this happens every night of my life, and out of nowhere he leans in for the makeout. Yes. True story. I am pulling a frat move and making out in a crowded kitchen with Quentin Fucking Tarantino. I cannot stop laughing AS this is happening, mainly because I see my friends [redacted] and [redacted] literally gag behind Quentin's head, and I really am doing this for the story at this point. We make out some more, take a walk, keep making out, get more drinks, lather, rinse, repeat. Believe me when I say I'm not bragging, because..well...have you looked at a photo of Quentin Tarantino recently?
At some point in our public makeout, Jamie Foxx comes over and without acknowledging me goes, "Yo QT, ready to roll?" Quentin looks at me and says "Want to come to my house?" Ummmmmm...fuck yes? We get in an SUV and off we go. As I'm in the car though, I realize two things:
1) Making out with Quentin Tarantino is a great story, but there is no way I plan on putting out, and 2) This is a director who makes up fucked up films for a living, there is a 23% chance he could Phil Spektor me, and I'm definitely not ready to die. But alas, I'm already in the car and we're off."
(cont.) "We get to the house, which is gorgeous, and Jamie Foxx takes off with his lady friend (I try to say bye to him and he doesn't even look at me. Jamie Foxx could not have given 2 shits who I was. This is probably karma because I snuck into a screening of Ray in 2004 with my black boyfriend who worked at AMC at the time, instead of buying a ticket). Which leaves me and QT alone in his bar. I spot a photo booth and immediately realize that we must take photos, if for nothing else, proof that this story even happened. (Because I know at least 7 of you right now think I'm still lying, and are pissed you had to read this much. It gets even better, I promise!!) We get a few good photo strips, which I immediately buried at the bottom of my purse lest he take them from me, and go on talking about film. (For you film geeks, this was a great conversation that led to QT cutting me a trailer of my five favorite bad movies, but for sake of some semblance of brevity, I will leave that aside for another day)
After a lengthy film discussion, Quentin suggests we head to bed, which is the point where I really start panicking. I have stalled for a good long time but the makeouts were really losing their appeal because you can only be sweated on so much, and we were getting closer to the moment of truth on whether I'd have to put out or not. The makeout continues for a while longer, and I'm really getting nervous about where the night may lead, kicking myself over not pretending to be more drunk and "passing out", and wishing he'd turn the damn lights off so that he won't notice that I'm wearing Hanes Her Way underwear the size of Canada that I bought at CVS that morning because my life is really just that sad and pathetic. We make out some more, there's a little below the belt action that I try to avoid, as QT has the most unattractive penis I have ever seen (short. fat. nub-like. The chode of all chodes. Boys, those junior high pamphlets are lying when they say that all shapes and sizes are normal. Lying.) Just as I'm about to hyperventilate over the fact that he may try to put that horrific bodily implement anywhere near my Britney, he leans over and goes "Hey..."
I know this "Hey." This is the "Hey, should I get a condom?" hey that accompanies 20 minutes of ungratifying sex. As I'm trying to rapidly think of ways I can agent myself out of this deal, I hear what is without a doubt, the strangest question in the history of my life.
Quentin Tarantino asks, "Can I suck on your toes while I jerk off?"
What. The. Fuck.
Many of you may have seen this coming, as his foot fetish is WELL documented, but for some of us who spend more time watching Kate Hudson than we do Quentin Tarantino, this was a huge shock. On top of that, I don't even like weird sex habits! A saucy hookup for me is on the foot of the bed, instead of on a pillow. Someone tried to talk me into a threesome once and I cried for an hour. Having someone ask to fellate my feet while rubbing one out was a world I was not prepared for.
But desperate times call for desperate measures, and I realized this just might be my get out of jail free card on the whole chode in vag issue. After some negotiations about how I would not partake in any of the hand job action were nailed down, I begrudgingly acquiesced.
(And by begrudgingly, I realized I didn't have to shtup the dude and said sure why not in about 0.03 seconds) And thus began the weirdest ten minutes of my life - having my feet made out with by an Oscar winning filmmaker while he pleasured himself. Truth be told, it wasn't so bad. I didn't have to do anything (a nice bonus, since I am undoubtedly the laziest person in bed, which some of you can attest to), no bodily secretions were ejected anywhere near me or my feet (thank god, because I imagine it would feel like walking in sand with wet I fucking hate that), and just as I hoped, we went to bed right after." (cont.)
"In the morning, I snooped through Quentin''s belongings while he was in the bathroom and now know his e-mail address. He fooled around with my feet one more time (this time without asking, which I found rude), and then drove me back to [redacted]''s apartment in [redacted] and that was that.\
Most insane experience of my life, and without a doubt, probably the best story I will ever get to tell. Those of you who know me well know of my love of hyperbole, so I''m actually rather sad that I won''t get to use "best story ever!!!" when talking about how I scored a free topping at Yogurtland anymore, but I suppose for Quentin I can make an exception. I''ll try not to forget all of you little people when my feet and I make our meteoric race (foot pun intended) to the top of the A-List soon.\
Till then, I''ve attached our photo booth photos for those of you who think I still just have a vivid imagination...and yes, he does look like Frankenstein.\
Not surprised that Jamie Foxx was an ass.
Amazing how tarantino is the creep in this story, yet she still manage to sound like a huge cunt.
Wait a second, didn''t Margaret Cho say that he had a large penis? Was she just being nice, because he is powerful in the business?
Oh dear! This just gets better. The photos which include the womans face are revealed and she is just as ugly as QT! Scroll down for super hideous photos.
She is the epitome of the the Millenials. The narcissism, the faux wit, disregard for privacy, etc. etc.%0D\
This world is nothing but a festering pit of attention whoring.%0D\
So sick of it.
she''s a douche. at least QT is suitably kinky. this chick seems to think REALLY highly of herself. it''s kind of pathetic. QT is a GREAT director.
I admire Tarantino as an artist but, really, he''s one celebrity whose private life, and physical attributes (other otherwise) I just do not want to know about. Just, ick.
Wow, she writes like the Elaborate Scenario Troll; mixing up tenses.
R15, I agree; he is disgusting. perhaps that''s why he''s so talented. He needed to develop something beyond beauty or charm, because those were way out of reach.\
Inglourious Basterds was fucking brilliant. I wish this bitch had just stayed quiet.
This is so very entertaining, but also so very wrong on so many levels. He treated her with respect. He even drove her home the next day. He treated her better than 99% of A list Hollywood types would. Why does she feel the need to beat him down (no pun intended)? Part of me hopes that something bad happens to one of these ''kiss and tell'' women, so that people will learn to shut the f*** up. Really, why would this ''woman'' want to be known as the girl who had her feet came upon? This is going to follow her around for the rest of her life. Is she that desperate for attention?
I blame the Kardashians
Couldn''t he at least have found a gorgeous Indian girl???
I agree, he treated her well. I hate her for humiliating him like this. you know, he''s probably never fit in anywhere, and this is just another thing he has to deal with. Any girl who makes fun of someone''s penis in public (or online) really is the coldest bitch, as that''s truly a terrible thing to do to a man.\
fuck this bitch. i hope this results in her career suicide.
I don''t believe this. Nobody uses email in their personal life anymore and certainly not to write something of this length.\
When is the last time any of you sent a personal (non-business related) email?
If a man had done this he would be called a "cad." Very uncool of her.\
She reminds me a lot of that Duke girl who rated all the rugby players'' prowess in bed. Same snarky egomania.
What gorgeous indian girl would want him?
I use it. But I''m not on Facebook.
It was terrible of her to do this.
I thought her email was amusing; she seems like a lot of fun and she had a point about him referring to his own films as "seminal". \
No surprise he''s not packing.
How would you communicate something lengthy R22? Text?
What a dumb bitch.
[quote]How would you communicate something lengthy [R22]? Text?\
I''m not that self involved, so I wouldn''t likely communicate something this lengthy to begin with. But if I was this self involved, the prototypical method of dispersion would be to get a blog.\
Tarantino got the worst of that deal.
Gimme a break, she''s no harder on him than Lil Wayne is on dark black women, WTF! Thats what happens when one doesn''t vet ones sluts! He is dumb as a bag of rocks for having such a fugly SLUT spend the night at his house HOW could he be so stupid?.But I agree with her about Kill Bills.
Pee Wee Poundstone
Whatever happened to that girl who wrote about the college athletes she slept with?
She''s still looking for a job, no doubt.
She''s just pissed because he didn''t show her his taint.
Here''s a link to her cached tumblr. R13 hit the nail on the head. (It''s called "Beejoli in Wonderland." Just Google it if the link doesn''t work.)
Holy shit, she really is obsessed with herself. I rescind my comment about finding her amusing. After reading her blog, she''s rather tiresome.
Agree, R13 sums it up. The M''s deserve one another and the fetid world they''re making.
All About Eve. \
No doubt she knew QT has a black girl/asian fetish I''m sure she played coy and threw herself at him. OF COURSE she knew about his foot fetish.\
"Fugly Asian Slut in The City"-Nother reality show to ignore. First episode should be at the plastic surgeons!
Pee Wee Poundstone
Jesus Christ, have you ever been in a room full of straight guys? They sniff eachother''s fingers and go into disgusting detail. She''s not doing anything that men don''t do every day.
I''m interested that QT has never had anyone tell him they didn''t like the Kill Bill films. Is that what it''s like in Hollywood? No wonder they all become deluded.
She''s right about it being her best ever story. Nobody will ever trust her again; which is no loss, as she''s admitted she''s a bore and a prude in the boudoir. \
She''s the sort of amateur who gives gossip a bad name.
I thought this was quite funny:%0D\
''so that he won''t notice that I''m wearing Hanes Her Way underwear the size of Canada''%0D\
But, she''s shot herself in the foot with this. I don''t know who to feel more sorry for.%0D\
But she got photos! That''s where she fucked up. \
Up until the photos, it could have been a very long fantasy from an imaginative girl. Anyone can say anything about anyone, but unless there is proof, it''s just a "he said she said" situation. And even now, she could still be talking shit about the guy. She didn''t have to be mean.
Guess Jamie Foxx, asshole that he is, saw through her. He completely ignored her.
[quote]Here''s a link to her cached tumblr. [R13] hit the nail on the head. (It''s called "Beejoli in Wonderland." Just Google it if the link doesn''t work.)%0D\
God, I''m glad that I''m not straight.
SHE is a product of her generation. Nothing happened unless it is validated through blogging, posting of Facebook or tweeting about. It's the worst in high school because there is no self awareness or self censorship. It gets a tiny better in senior year because kids get worried that potential colleges will check on them when they apply.
Then it gets bad again in college and right after college. People are desperate to prove they have a life and they post everything as quickly as it happens. She even admits that she went along because she immediately recognized that it was a story in the making. She was writing it in her head as it happened. In her world it didn't happen until she posted or tweeted or e-mailed about it. She took the pictures hoping they go viral. Going viral is considered as being as successful as having your own reality show, but without the money. I have a friend who keeps posting these stupid videos hoping that they go viral. He keeps checking how many hits they get.
QT on the other hand is an older much more experienced, if a messed up, person. He should have known, and most likely DOES know that picking up an attention starved woman has its risks.
QT has a history of picking up women who are not in the business but who know a lot about it to be sufficiently familiar to be impressed. I know a writer for one of the more obscure publications who had an interview with him. She too professed to not liking some of his movies. He was "impressed" by her honesty and her intelligence and blah blah blah. A couple of days later he friended her on facebook. He took her out to dinner. He invited her to be his date at the Oscars. By that time she realized something was amiss but it so happened that she also met, around that time, the guy she ultimately married and knew he was a better investment of her time.
My point is, while this girl is an amusing kiss and teller, QT could have avoided it if he cared enough about what people say about him.
Haha! Men are such pussies!!! What''s with the "outrage" on here? If a man had trashed a famous woman publicly, you''d be so into it. Cunts.
I don''t give a shit about Quentin Tarantino''s penis.\
I don''t give a shit that he''s into toe-sucking.\
I don''t give a shit that Tiger Woods likes to fuck a whole lot of women.\
I don''t give a shit about this sex-obsessed country that loves to obsess about celebrity''s sex lives.\
Enough already people.\
Jesus Fucking Christ.
And yet here you are, on a gossip message board, expecting a philosophical analysis of the impact of quantum physics on global economies with particular consideration to emerging markets influenced by the nuances of human slavery.\
Sucks to be you.
You gave a shit enough to click onto this thread, probably read the whole story and comment, R49.%0D\
How much more shit do you need to give?
That was neither as clever, nor as effective, a response as you thought that it was when you clicked the Save Post link.
No wonder Jamie Fox couldn''t give two shits about that fug whore. I hope this backfires on her. She looks like that cunt on the train, probably sounds like her too. I feel so blessed to be a gay man.
[quote]I feel so blessed to be a gay man.%0D\
You think such a thing couldn''t happen to a gay man?%0D\
Ever heard of Russell Harty? Thought not.
Guess the foot fetish thing explains his obsession with Uma Thurman. Hers are size 12 and there was that whole thing in Pulp Fiction about some dude giving her a foot massage. Plus she took off her shoes to do that famous twist dance contest with JT. \
I didn''t see Kill Bill. Did he make her go barefoot in that movie as well?
R56, there''s a scene with her feet where she tries to make her toes wiggle. Gigantic feet.
I forgot how pretty Bridget Fonda used to be. I think that is is funny that these ''reports'' all say that there has been no comment from QT about this. What the hell is he supposed to say?
Jesus, Mary and Jerome. A foot fetish is now "disgusting and insanely kinky"? *sigh* I''m going back to the piss thread.
Russell Harty 101: talented camp Brit chat show host. In the late Eighties the filth press were more homophobic than ever before or since. (Which is saying something.) Aids was a bonanza.
Harty used rent, and one such sold himself to be wired by Murdoch's 'News Of The World.' So, one Sunday, the UK woke up to read about Harty's liaison with the shameless whore. Smoking gun details were there to make it undeniable.
Harty was camp but never openly gay. Well, he was now. He took on too much work, fearing ostracism. He contracted hepatitis. The filth press longed to confirm this as Aids, and had 'reporters' dressed as doctors trying to insinuate themselves into intensive care. Photographers outside had lenses trained on RH's room day and night.
After RH's death his friend Alan Bennett gave a brilliant eulogy, part of which squarely blamed the Murdoch press for hounding RH to his death. (Bennett was later described in a 'Sun' 'editorial' as an aging bachelor who should watch his step.)
I'm glad that Murdoch 'journalists' are now being investigated and in some cases jailed for their participation in the widespread practice of phone-hacking. Karma's taken a while, but it should be worth the wait.
Thanks for the gossip, r47. What exactly was amiss about him though, besides just being quirky?
I feel sorry for QT. \
Jamie Foxx sounds like an ass.
Jamie Foxx was probably just thinking "what the hell is he doing with her"? QT is ugly as sin, but he is an A list director. He could get a lot of attractive wanna be actresses.
What r3 and r13 said.\
If this girl were 1/10th as brilliant as she thinks she is and supposedly "in the industry" then she would gladly let him suck her toes till they were pruned, and masturbate his stubby pinga with her feets. Otherwise don''t go home with the man.\
Now her L.A. career and reputation are destroyed and it serves her right. Not only is she stuck-up but she''s a prying snoop.\
Of course Jamie Foxx is a cunt and Don Cheadle deserves his Oscar for actually ACTING not doing an impression for 2 hrs.
Thanks for explaining the Russell Harty story R60. I couldnt have begun to have explained it as well as you have.%0D\
You should post your brilliant paragraph somewhere, where people can see it for eternity.
She will never set foot again in this town again.
Well, R66, that depends on how much he liked her feet.
Now THAT, @RWOAC is why I''ve enjoyed you all of these years!
Pee Wee Poundstone
There are LONG, EXTENDED close-ups of women''s feet, walking, barefoot, being caressed by Nazis or whatever in EVERY Tarantino movie!\
Re-watch them and you''ll notice how often he involves women''s feet in the plot (Diane Kruger''s dropped shoe = evidence for Christoph Waltz in BASTERDS) or P.O.V. shots (Darryl Hannah''s heels in nurse disguise as she walks through the hospital in KILL BILL, or Lucy Liu''s barefoot table trot).\
Tarantino has publicly acknowledged and explained his foot fetish on Howard Stern.
Why would anyone drink out of a shoe? It''s gross.
Sorry about this old thread being bumped. I'm not able to make a new thread.
"Quentin Tarantino — who wrote the line, “I’m gonna get medieval on your ass” — has no patience for unprepared actors. After our report that “Inglourious Basterds” star Diane Kruger saw the director fire a hapless thespian for not bringing a pen to rehearsal, Tarantino told Page Six, “I’m not really sure what she’s referring to . . . However, any actor who shows up at rehearsal without a pen to make notes in their script isn’t professional enough to either be in my movie or worthy enough to be trusted with one of my characters.” He added, “That’s actually part of rehearsal: to test the actors, and if they’re not up to snuff, get rid of them. That’s my job, making sure I’ve picked the right people.” Actors, you’ve been warned."
The reason why a lot of people (especially women) talk shit and make fun of their one night stands behind their backs, is because in reality they just can't cope with all the sexual freedom they have.
They convince themselves it's their sex partner of the moment who's the real slut and pervert, they don't see themselves as a participant, but merely as a bemused bystander.
It seems to me that most people can't really cope with casual sex and the snarkiness and sarcasm serve only to mask their feelings of shame and inadequacy.
totally agree with R13 - I couldn't even bear to read this story, I skimmed it and stopped at R13's post. That is all there is to say about it.
I'm so sick of shit like this becoming public. We scream about the NSA and yet we thrive as as culture on the private lives of other people. Is this really the country that we want to become?
I agree. I wish we could separate from the gross world, the facebook world, the texting world the thug world, the religious fundamentalist world the corporate whore world - let them all sink in some swamp together.
this cunt writes for defamer now..I guess thats circling the toilet of the industry
"He was a gentleman, and she made fun of both his appearance and his penis."
She really has an overly inflated sense of her beauty - why exactly was this "hottie" at a hollywood party?
She was excited as hell to go home with him and then pens this bullshit to make herself look cool.
Ugh - she's trash. I hope someone sent this to her parents - I'm sure they'd love to know what she's up to.
How come so may gay men think feet fetishism is gross and rimming is not?
Defamer still exists?! Holy shit. That was a fun site at one time, then it just started sucking so bad. Anyway, it's no surprise that gal can only get a gig on site like that. Hollywood shuns big mouths like her.
She's so effing stupid. If she'd played her cards right she could have so many doors opened. She could have him eating out of the palm of her hand.
I fail to see what he did to offend her so much.
I wouldn't want to be roommates with her.
So this is what Berkeley is churning out these days?