I may own a station wagon, have picked up hitchhikers from time to time, but I swear I’ve never done this:
If you read the entire account, apparently Mel picked up a 17-year old hitchiker, then persuaded her to join him in the mattress he had in the backseat of his station wagon. After a night of passionate station wagon sex, he then told her he had to get back to work at an orange juice factory and took off. No, seriously.
I’ve also never made anti-semitic comments to a cop or faxed a letter of support to Terry Schiavo’s parents from a seafood restaurant.
That Mel sure has lived an interesting life.