
"Last Super Bowl, Tara Reid came into the Starbucks where I used to work. She was as drunk as a skunk and hanging out with four or five slutty girls wearing next to nothing. She asked if we could blend her a drink and add a few splashes of vodka (which she pulled out of her fake Fendi purse...eww). I told her we weren't a bar and there were no margaritas on our menu and she lunged over the counter screaming "DONT YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK I AM!?!?!?" I told her that I knew who she was and still could not help her. She then did the most horribly embarrassing thing I could imagine. She turned to a male co worker of mine, lifted up her skanky tank top and said "ARE MY TITS BETTER AT CONVINCING YOU!?!?!"
I told her to put her funbags away and leave."