Farrah Abraham Used Charile Sheen For Publicity, He Responds By Lashing Out
June 14, 2013 by Hollywoodite
Yesterday afternoon, it was widely reported that Charlie Sheen had been in contact with Farrah Abraham and there had been talk of her being interested in appearing on Anger Management because they’re giving cameos to literally anyone now (LeAnn Rimes, Lindsay Lohan etc.)
Abraham is somehow still on the press tour for the adult movie she produced for release with the help of distribution company Vivid Entertainment; the tape about which she lied and called a “leak” and defamed co-star James Deen when he was honest about the contrived nature of the release. To make sure it’s not forgotten about and she can leverage her sex work for other things—as she just said on TMZ Live yesterday she’s already a millionaire because she made the tape to sell—she’s been everywhere from Howard Stern to magazines in which she’s namedropping everyone from Sheen to Kim Kardashian.
To make sure she was believed since she has no record of veracity, she apparently leaked personal text messages in full to TMZ in which she was obviously flirting with Sheen and he flirted back—the former of which she denies—reaching out in poorly-written messages asking for a play date with their kids, a party, or coffee to which Sheen replies the latter is “for amateurs and grandma.” Seeming to suggest she had to sleep with him either for a role on Anger Management or to meet him.
Almost immediately after the messages were leaked, Sheen reacted and not positively. Turns out, he doesn’t like being exploited. Here’s what he wrote to Abraham after she used him (the language is harsh and questionable, but he’s otherwise not wrong).
hey, you desperate guzzler of stagnant douche agua;
I truly do not recall giving you permission to globally reveal any communication between us. congrats on surviving your lobotomy and an even bigger congratz on the recent attempt at porn.
your daughter must be so proud.
please send my number to middle earth and if allowed, eagerly follow it into said abyss and slam the door behind you. the world will collectively sigh as the pungent memory of you vanishes into the pedestrian troposphere of lame-suck and zero-life.
oh and I’m sure they’ll wave the cover charge when they see your tranny-boobs and five o’clock shadow. bye! cs.