I received Esquire's special ass-and-back-hair issue in the mail yesterday and rushed through tens of pictures of squinty-eyed Zoolanders to read Chelsea Handler and Nick Offerman's interview with Scott Raab (a fellow Cleveland native and hater-author of the anti-LeBron book, "The Whore of Cleveland"). The three discuss self-taught pharmacist Bill Cosby. Apparently The Cos tried to get on with 50 Cent's ex in a Rick Ross sort of way. From Esquire:
Oh, I was in Atlantic City playing, doing stand-up, and he was doing stand-up in Atlantic City in the same hotel, and at like three o'clock in the afternoon, someone from the hotel came down and said, "Oh, you know, Mr. Cosby would really like to meet you up in his hotel suite." And I thought, That's really weird. This was like ten years ago. And I said, That's really weird. I don't want to go alone. I go, I don't know him. So the three guys I was with—thank God these guys were with me. One was filming and one was like a producer; we were filming something—I brought them up with me to his room and thank God I did, because now I know what would've happened if I went up there alone. And I forgot about it when all the stories about Bill Cosby came out. I was like, I didn't even think of it. Then my friend texted me the other day saying, "Do you remember that night we went up to, or that afternoon we went up to Bill Cosby's and you were so freaked out you made us come with you?" And I said, Yeah, and he said, "Hello! You could've been one of his victims if we weren't there." And I went, "Oh my gosh …" Yeah, so yeah, he's guilty.