► We all have woken up hungover in places that either: 1) we'd rather forget; or 2) can't remember how we got there. The character in this story managed to do both in grand style. A racoon broke into a liquor store to get an early start on the office holiday party season. It all happened at an Ashland, Virginia liquor store. Shocking that it wasn't Florida. The store was closed but the ringtail bandit found a way in. Once inside, it headed straight for the finest tonics: scotch and whiskey. No beer, Boone's Farm, or cheap swill for this critter.  After breaking a few bottles, it indulged in the sweet nectar while re-creating Tammy Cruise's bartending skills in "Cocktail". It then went on a rampage, breaking more stuff and drinking more hooch until it finally passed out on the bathroom floor like White House DUI hire, Pete Hegseth after a state dinner. Good thing the racoon was alone cause had it brought friends along I'm betting they would have d...

Danger ahead! It's called  George Clooney .  The man, the myth, or at least the myth-in-his-own-mind. He's pictured above with his new store-bought teefs, along with evidence that he may well need a re-do of his under-eye surgery - the only cosmetic tweek he'll admit to - since those bags definitely won't fit under the seat or in the overhead bin.  George, as you know, likes to think of himself as both a regular funny-bunny guy and Lord Almighty of The High Church of Hollywood. Beware of both. In terms of the former, his eyes frequently glisten with an aw-shucks twinkle when he jokes about his longtime bestie, Brad Pitt , whom he calls "Pretty Boy Brad," or when he mocks his nipple-dee-do-da, 1997 "Batman" outfit, or mentions how often he likes to play pranks while on set. See? He's just a regular guy. So rascally! Such a scamp! Except when he's not. When Quentin Tarantino recently told the press that George is "not a movie star," ...