By Drew Grant 3/27/12 4:26pm

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Nice try, Captain.

Gavin McInnes Wrecks Car, ‘Loses’ Best Friend in An Attempt to Win Back Dignity After Observer Punking (Video)

Still smarting from last week, recent New York Observer punkee and How to Piss in Public author Gavin McInnes announced that he had gotten into a horrible car accident on the last leg of his FTW tour. His friend Steve (???) was in the car. Luckily, no one was hurt, though the footage looked gruesome.

By the way, this is what happens when you call a journalist “a Socialite reporter” and “a fucking bitch.” (How dare anyone accuse us of being mere socialite writers! Also, don’t copy and paste entire articles from other publications on your site…what are you, The Huffington Post?)

We wouldn’t usually make light of a situation as scary as this, except that Mr. McInnes seemed to have no moral dilemma doing so himself…going so far as to have a hidden camera capture his apology to Steve, who doesn’t accept and instead freaks out on the Vice founder.

Of course, none of it was real. Read More

By Drew Grant 3/15/12 11:54am

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In Which We Punk the Hell Out of Media Piss-Taker Gavin McInnes

The Observer was sitting at Hooters, in one of the establishment’s “finest booths” (our request), daintily sipping a Banana-Rama piña colata, and watching Vice‘s notorious co-founder Gavin McInnes imploding. “Why would I have gone all the way upstate to eat piss-covered cornflakes??” he screamed into our cell phone, drawing stares from the lunch crowd of really sad-looking single men. Beneath his dirty blonde beard, Mr. McInnes was turning beet red. “Why wouldn’t I have ate the piss cornflakes in my house? Or in the office???”

We couldn’t hear what the person on the other end of the line is saying, but whatever it was, the author of the new memoir of How to Piss in Public (Scribner, March 20) started to foam at the mouth in response. “I just told you why I pissed in the cornflakes! It was for the DVD! It matched with the card up your ass trick in the movie!”

Another pause, and Mr. McInnes (pronounced, for the last time, like McGuinness but with no “G,”) started to stress points at an incoherent, rambling speed.

“I don’t lie, dude! You got duped by your own prank!” he yelled at one point.

“I had already done it two weeks before the Gawker thing!” he said at another. Before hanging up, he has been reduced to schoolyard insults:

“Whatever, you’re stupid, bye.”

He looked at us. “I’m not going to give you a check for $1,000.”

Before his semi-meltdown, the inflammatory jokester who once referred to Jesus as a gay Jew on Bill Maher’s show, had told me two things: He couldn’t remember anytime someone had “got him” with a good prank, and that as he’s grown older and raised a family, he’s really mellowed out.

We were happy to prove him wrong on both points. Read More