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New York, 1:53 PM
Sun Nov 22
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A college friend of mine grew up in the same California town as Samuel L. Jackson and his kids, and this girl became friends with SLJ's daughter. One night when they were teenagers, my friend and his daughter were caught in SLJ's hot tub, halfway through a blunt. SLJ seemed pissed, he gave them a stern look told them to finish up, dry off and meet him in his study (of course, they did not finish smoking, because who wants to be even more stoned when Samuel Motherfucking Jackson is about to tear you a new one?).
They dried off and up they went, trying not to soil themselves. SLJ sat them down and said "I see you've been experimenting with marijuana." He took a roll of dental floss out of his desk and cut off a piece. "And that's okay." He brandished the dental floss. "But if you ever, ever"--he stuck the dental floss up one nostril--"try cocaine... you are in for a world of hurt." He then proceeded to pull the dental floss down through the other nostril and floss his deviated septum while staring them down like a man who meant fucking business.
Needless to say, she stayed away from the bad shit.
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The fact that he has a study in his home, on the other hand, I don't buy. A shooting range? Yes. A vineyard on his property? Yes. A small chapel? Mais oui. But not a study. Sam Jackson has no use for books, as his brain already contains all the wisdom of the world.
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