"Change takes time, and I am committed to doing the work to ensure that I never again allow violence to overtake reason.”
Then free yourself from that scary pink pouch of yours. You'd be instantly zen away from her 100%. Also, No amount of zen and incense will flush the douche away. Sorry.
“He was very hands-on touchy, not in any personal areas, but put an arm around a woman, touched her hair, pulled her ponytail — but always in a comedic way. It is a fine line and everybody loves Bill, but while his conduct is not illegal, some women felt uncomfortable and he crossed a line.”
Another source dropped this:
“(Bill) Loves women and loves to flirt, he enjoys poetry and romance, he’s always flirting, but it is always couched in comedy. It isn’t clear if he crossed a line.”
But the plot thickens. Guess he's a little anger-management-y at times? According to Ben Dreyfuss, son of actor Richard, who was a bodyguard on the set of "What About Bob?" says Mr. Bill got mad when producer Laura Ziskin wouldn't give him a day off, so he allegedly ripped her glasses right off her face. And when Richard complained about it, Bill allegedly threw an ashtray at Richard.
Perhaps his intentions were "Lost in Translation"... I'll slap myself for that one...
“It’s just a few drops, but yes, we do consume each other’s blood on occasion.”
And it's a "controlled" situation. Whew! I was worried! Not.
Maybe more non-celebrities do this than I know of? But it seems like a celebrity thing, like: "We're so artistic and creative and evolved that we must do stupid sh*t like drink blood because it increases our power in the Universe" or something like that. A non-celeb drinking blood would be considered a psycho or serial killer...
I wonder if they sit around and then talk about how each other's blood tastes. You know: "This 80s vintage is quite good. Oh, yes. I detect a hint of Herps with notes of Jagermeister and Xanax."