Why Don't You Come and Tell Russell Crowe to His Face That He's Fat?

Russell Crowe is both healthy and unhealthy at the same time.  Think about it: which do you imagine more naturally, Russell Crowe headbutting a punching bag repeatedly or Russell Crowe devouring a sloppy joe and two tins of Skoal?  Equally natural.  So I LOLed when I read this:

The story took a shot at Crowe’s fitness after he was photographed puffing on a fag while cycling in Sydney. After the bike ride he tucked into a plate of tacos.

Ha!  He would!  Of course, he would also take the insult completely poorly because Russell Crowe is that guy at the bar who wants to get in your face when everyone else is just trying to joke around and have a good time.  ”Joking around and having a good time” is not in everyone’s skill set, and I realize that.  There will always be a guy who wants you to come and say that thing about Irish people to his face because he’s a quarter Irish.  Geez, guy.  We’re all a quarter Irish.  This is America and those folks spent like two hundred years here stumbling from bar to bar not believing in contraception.

Anyway, Russell Crowe gave the reporter the Russell Crowe Ride Or Die Challenge, ATJ:  

“Get on your bike. Russell wants you to go riding with him,” the spokesman said, adding: “Are you ready to die?”

So they had a bike race.  First one to the taco truck wins!  Russell Crowe won, but they all had a laugh about it afterward over some fags.

Video at The Daily Telegraph via Vulture.