Maybe it's time to finally attach some sort of electronic box that shocks Andy Dick into unconsciousness once he tries to cross the California state line. Page Six reports that Dick, apparently fueled by despair over the death of "best friend" Rick James (but probably fueled by a face-full of coke and a blood alcohol level of 2.1), went on a bitch-slapping, Joey Fatone-taunting, Seth Green-kissing bender yesterday at NY club Suede. What other debauchery did Dick let loose? Rolling around on the men's room floor? Check. Trying to mooch blow from bystanders? Yeah, we got that. Punching a friend in the face for no good reason? You know it. It's clearly time to get him back to LA, where Andy can resume his more run-of-the-mill, home-team antics, like cornering guys in the bathroom of the Standard Downtown and licking them or cherry-picking contestants from The Assistant for sex.

I love this shit. I love that we let this weird looking, skinny ass, bi-sexual, pseudo celebrity run amok sans repercussion. It's as if Andy Dick's a monkey and the whole of America is his cage and he just runs around flinging shit at everyone and we laugh and point. To be sure, this is not any anti-Andy Dick post, I think he's awesome. After Newsradio Andy can do no wrong in my eyes. But somehow the weird fucker has weaved a spell over the American populace and he gets to do whatever he wants, perhaps it's an effect of the spell, but I'm strangely fine with that.