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Someone shouted “Where’s Bumblebee now?” while Shia was getting beat up

A couple weeks ago when I posted that video of Shia Labeouf getting beat up outside a bar in Vancouver (where he’s in town to shoot The Company You Keep), it quickly became one of my more popular posts. Shia LaBeouf has never bothered me as an actor (aside from being in bad movies), and mostly seems like an okay dude. But in general, people really seem to like the idea of him getting punched. Anyway, there were a ton of people standing around outside the bar at the time, so it seemed inevitable that we’d eventually get some eye witness accounts. This account comes from a regular at the bar in question. Obviously I wasn’t there, so I can’t totally vouch for its veracity, but I didn’t get the feeling he was just making this crap up. Besides, Canadians aren’t allowed to lie, are they? Isn’t that in their constitution, right next to the right to bear gravy?

  • The two dudes trying to console Shia in the video were other bar patrons, not Shia’s friends. He supposedly comes into that bar all the time alone and gets “loser wasted.”
  • Shia and that fat shirtless guy had been brawling inside the bar, where Shia “held his own,” but he was wasted and after they both got kicked out, it led to the pummeling you see in the video.
  • “The best part missing from the video is the dude yelling ‘Where’s Bumblebee now!'”

Okay, so that last bit is really the only reason I posted this. “Where’s Bumblebee now?” is up there with “Three points for Gryffindor!” when it comes to hilarious celebrity meathead burns. People can be so cruel.

I debated whether or not to post it at all, because I don’t want to get all gossip queen on you, but in the end I figured that my job is to share things that I read and find interesting with you (and make wiener jokes about them!). So I feel like if I took some big moral stand about not posting something that I read myself and chuckled about, I’d be putting my own faux-righteous, feel-good, token stand above the people I’m supposed to be serving (i.e.. the readers. And the money. Of course the money. This jewel-encrusted jack-off couch doesn’t pay for itself.).

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