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Quentin Tarantino's kiss'n'tell

Post by Katiedot on Thu Jun 30 2011, 10:03

Hahaha! Did anyone see this kiss'n'tell from a young woman who had a thing with Quentin Tarantino? I guess he's one person who doesn't use an NDA!

From the daily mail
'I had my toes sucked by Quentin Tarantino': We reveal the Berkeley grad who became viral sensation with hilarious email about Reservoir Dogs director



Resume seen by MailOnline reveals she worked for publicist to the stars

Worked for student television station and appeared on game show Wheel of Fortune

Email to 15 friends about 'insane experience' goes viral

By John Stevens

Last updated at 7:16 PM on 29th June 2011

It was as an email to 15 friends from a woman wanting to share the 'most insane experience of my life' and 'probably the best story I will ever get to tell'.

But Beejoli Shah has become has become a web sensation after her claims of having her toes sucked by director Quentin Tarantino have gone viral.

The young woman has gone into hiding and her social networking pages have been taken down since her email spread to inboxes across the world. Viral sensation: Beejoli Shah's email, which included an attached image showing photo booth snaps of her and Quentin Tarantino, has gone viral

But MailOnline can reveal that the 23-year-old is a University of California Berkeley politics graduate working for a television production company in Santa Monica.

A copy of Miss Shah's resume, seen by MailOnline, shows that the young woman has had several brushes with fame, including working as an intern at former LA publicist PMK/HBH, which represented stars such as Johnny Depp, Jennifer Aniston, Daniel Craig, and Gwyneth Paltrow.

The former Berkeley student was an anchor on her college television station and appeared as a contestant on game show Wheel of Fortune.

Miss Shah also worked for former Democratic Party senate candidate Joe Alioto Veronese in his 2008 campaign.

In the email, which has gone viral, Miss Shah told how she met Mr Tarantino, 48, at a party in 'The Hills' before they went back to his house where she claims he sucked her toes.

Aspiring presenter: Miss Shah was a sports anchor on her college's student television station CalTV
'I'm making a drink and realize the pasty tall fellow pouring orange juice into my glass is the man himself, QT,' she wrote.

'Realizing I kind of have to go for at it this point, in all my nerd glory blurt out: "I'm sure everyone tells you this but I f**king loved Reservoir Dogs.'

She claims that the pair kissed in a kitchen at the party after she told him that she did not like his Kill Bill films. According to the email, Mr Tarantino said: 'Wow...I don't think anyone has said that to my face about my seminal films.'

She replied: 'Perhaps it's because you call them your seminal films. Shouldn't you wait for someone else to say that?'

Before he said, 'You know, you've got a mouth on you. I like that,' and the Oscar-winning film director put his arm around her and kissed her.

'At some point in our public makeout, Jamie Foxx comes over and without acknowledging me goes, "Yo QT, ready to roll?" Quentin looks at me and says "Want to come to my house?",' Miss Shah wrote in the email.

The couple went back to the director's house where they took pictures of themselves in a photo booth, which Miss Shah attached to the email as 'proof that this story even happened'.

Miss Shah said that she 'started panicking' when Mr Tarantino suggested they head to bed because 'the makeouts were really losing their appeal because you can only be sweated on so much'.

She then included a graphic description of his private parts and claims that Mr Tarantino asked if he could suck her toes while he masturbated. 'And thus began the weirdest ten minutes of my life - having my feet made out with by an Oscar winning filmmaker while he pleasured himself,' she wrote. 'In the morning, I snooped through Quentin's belongings while he was in the bathroom and now know his e-mail address,' she added.

'He fooled around with my feet one more time (this time without asking, which I found rude), and then drove me back. 'Most insane experience of my life, and without a doubt, probably the best story I will ever get to tell.'

She added: 'I've attached our photo booth photos for those of you who think I still just have a vivid imagination...and yes, he does look like Frankenstein.'

According to Miss Shah's resume, she has worked at television production company and talent agency Generate in Santa Monica since January. She previously worked as an assistant at APA Talent and Literary Agency since graduating from University of California Berkeley in 2008 with a degree in political science.

While at college she presented sports programmes on student television channel CalTV and was director of projects at the students association.

Miss Shah's account of events has not been verified and Mr Tarantino has not commented.
Read the full email (WARNING: Explicit content):



Friendsicles,

You are either getting this e-mail because I've promised I would tell you this story and haven't yet, you're besties with someone I used to hook up with, or because my need for attention and adulation has reached such an all time high that I decided to pick 15 of you at random to listen to this story (most likely explanation), but all the same, below is the (in)famous but true story of how I met Quentin Tarantino...Adam and Ethan, I'll be expecting your short film script of this in my inbox in the next couple of weeks...

Wednesday, June 1st, 2011:

Get a BBM at 8 in the morning from my friend Nicki telling me we're going to a party in "the Hills" that night because the Yankees were in town. But this party now presents a conundrum as a) I didn't know people partied on Wednesdays because I'm uncool and b) I had just run out of clean underwear and hadn't shaved my legs in three days, so I wasn't really in a "party" sort of place. (what's that you say? You're surprised I'm single?) However, after being told to grow a pair, I decided to join the girls after work for this fiesta.

Party time rolls around that evening and despite being a Wednesday, and based on how many trashy girls in short dresses there are, it looks like the inside of any club in Las Vegas has vomited inside this music producer's home. Minus all the hordes of Asians you get in real Las Vegas. I spend my first hour at this party irritated at having to even be there, and then telling the Yankees picture Joba Chamberlain how he'll never be as great as my beloved Brian Wilson. I think he may have called me a lesbian as I was walking away, but I guess you can't blame him since I did choose to wear pants. Anyways, I digress.

Heading back inside, bored out of mind, I look over and notice Jamie Foxx and Quentin Tarantino have joined the melee. Joy. Two more people at this party who could not give a shit about who I am. I go back to texting in the corner while stuffing my face with a hot dog. About an hour later I'm making a drink and realize the pasty tall fellow pouring orange juice into my glass is the man himself, QT. Realizing I kind of have to go for at it this point, in all my nerd glory blurt out: "I'm sure everyone tells you this but I fucking loved Reservoir Dogs. I watched it when I was 11 for my school newspaper, and it's badass." He starts laughing, thanks me, pleasantries are exchanged about how I was clearly a fucked up 11 year old for watching Reservoir Dogs, and we start what appears it might be a delightful little chat about film. Until this happens:

Quentin: Wow so you really loved Reservoir Dogs, huh? Which of my other films do you like?
(this blatant arrogance is the type of douchebaggery that really gets my gourd about Hollywood, so now my film boner has turned to film hate fuck, and I feel the need to cheekily undermine Quentin.)
Me: Oh wow. You know, I really didn't like Kill Bill...
Quentin: What? What do you mean? 1 or 2?
Me: Ehh, a little bit of both. I just didn't care for them.
Quentin: Wow...I don't think anyone has said that to my face about my seminal films.
Me: Perhaps it's because you call them your seminal films. Shouldn't you wait for someone else to say that?
Quentin: You know, you've got a mouth on you. I like that.

At this point, QT puts an arm around me and I'm acutely aware that Quentin Tarantino has an arm around me. As are my four friends, who are all looking at me as if I have grown a second head. To be fair, I am easily the most uncool out of all my friends (I go to Q's in Brentwood four nights a week), so the fact that anyone even mildly famous wants to speak to me is pretty shocking. He's chatting with my friends and I like it's no big deal, I am pretending like this happens every night of my life, and out of nowhere he leans in for the makeout. Yes. True story. I am pulling a frat move and making out in a crowded kitchen with Quentin Fucking Tarantino. I cannot stop laughing AS this is happening, mainly because I see my friends Nicki and Jen literally gag behind Quentin's head, and I really am doing this for the story at this point. We make out some more, take a walk, keep making out, get more drinks, lather, rinse, repeat. Believe me when I say I'm not bragging, because..well...have you looked at a photo of Quentin Tarantino recently? (Please refer to: http://bit.ly/jL4ORR)

At some point in our public makeout, Jamie Foxx comes over and without acknowledging me goes, "Yo QT, ready to roll?" Quentin looks at me and says "Want to come to my house?" Ummmmmm...fuck yes? We get in an SUV and off we go. As I'm in the car though, I realize two things: 1) Making out with Quentin Tarantino is a great story, but there is no way I plan on putting out, and 2) This is a director who makes up fucked up films for a living, there is a 23% chance he could Phil Spektor me, and I'm definitely not ready to die. But alas, I'm already in the car and we're off.

We get to the house, which is gorgeous, and Jamie Foxx takes off with his lady friend (I try to say bye to him and he doesn't even look at me. Jamie Foxx could not have given 2 shits who I was. This is probably karma because I snuck into a screening of Ray in 2004 with my black boyfriend who worked at AMC at the time, instead of buying a ticket). Which leaves me and QT alone in his bar. I spot a photo booth and immediately realize that we must take photos, if for nothing else, proof that this story even happened. (Because I know at least 7 of you right now think I'm still lying, and are pissed you had to read this much. It gets even better, I promise!!) We get a few good photo strips, which I immediately buried at the bottom of my purse lest he take them from me, and go on talking about film. (For you film geeks, this was a great conversation that led to QT cutting me a trailer of my five favorite bad movies, but for sake of some semblance of brevity, I will leave that aside for another day)

After a lengthy film discussion, Quentin suggests we head to bed, which is the point where I really start panicking. I have stalled for a good long time but the makeouts were really losing their appeal because you can only be sweated on so much, and we were getting closer to the moment of truth on whether I'd have to put out or not. The makeout continues for a while longer, and I'm really getting nervous about where the night may lead, kicking myself over not pretending to be more drunk and "passing out", and wishing he'd turn the damn lights off so that he won't notice that I'm wearing Hanes Her Way underwear the size of Canada that I bought at CVS that morning because my life is really just that sad and pathetic. We make out some more, there's a little below the belt action that I try to avoid, as QT has the most unattractive penis I have ever seen (short. fat. nub-like. The chode of all chodes. Boys, those junior high pamphlets are lying when they say that all shapes and sizes are normal. Lying.) Just as I'm about to hyperventilate over the fact that he may try to put that horrific bodily implement anywhere near my Britney, he leans over and goes "Hey..."

I know this "Hey." This is the "Hey, should I get a condom?" hey that accompanies 20 minutes of ungratifying sex. As I'm trying to rapidly think of ways I can agent myself out of this deal, I hear what is without a doubt, the strangest question in the history of my life. Quentin Tarantino asks, "Can I suck on your toes while I jerk off?" What. The. Fuck.

Many of you may have seen this coming, as his foot fetish is WELL documented, but for some of us who spend more time watching Kate Hudson than we do Quentin Tarantino, this was a huge shock. On top of that, I don't even like weird sex habits! A saucy hookup for me is on the foot of the bed, instead of on a pillow. Someone tried to talk me into a threesome once and I cried for an hour. Having someone ask to fellate my feet while rubbing one out was a world I was not prepared for.

But desperate times call for desperate measures, and I realized this just might be my get out of jail free card on the whole chode in vag issue. After some negotiations about how I would not partake in any of the hand job action were nailed down, I begrudgingly acquiesced. (And by begrudgingly, I realized I didn't have to shtup the dude and said sure why not in about 0.03 seconds) And thus began the weirdest ten minutes of my life - having my feet made out with by an Oscar winning filmmaker while he pleasured himself. Truth be told, it wasn't so bad. I didn't have to do anything (a nice bonus, since I am undoubtedly the laziest person in bed, which some of you can attest to), no bodily secretions were ejected anywhere near me or my feet (thank god, because I imagine it would feel like walking in sand with wet I fucking hate that), and just as I hoped, we went to bed right after.

In the morning, I snooped through Quentin's belongings while he was in the bathroom and now know his e-mail address. He fooled around with my feet one more time (this time without asking, which I found rude), and then drove me back to Nicki's apartment in Weho and that was that.

Most insane experience of my life, and without a doubt, probably the best story I will ever get to tell. Those of you who know me well know of my love of hyperbole, so I'm actually rather sad that I won't get to use "best story ever!!!" when talking about how I scored a free topping at Yogurtland anymore, but I suppose for Quentin I can make an exception. I'll try not to forget all of you little people when my feet and I make our meteoric race (foot pun intended) to the top of the A-List soon.

Till then, I've attached our photo booth photos for those of you who think I still just have a vivid imagination...and yes, he does look like Frankenstein.

Love,
Beejoli



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Post by Guest on Thu Jun 30 2011, 15:10

If at first you don't succeed, toe, toe again!

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Post by Katiedot on Thu Jun 30 2011, 18:02

LOL!

It's the complete lack of respect that gets me. She did just so she could have a laugh at an old man and have a funny story to tell her friends.

IMO You can see how quite a few women would view George too.

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Post by cindigirl on Thu Jun 30 2011, 18:10

Katie, maybe that's why he's so "cautious" now. Methinks he has been burned before.

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Post by cindigirl on Thu Jun 30 2011, 18:13

"I'll try not to forget all of you little people when my feet and I make our meteoric race (foot pun intended) to the top of the A-List soon."

Beejoli, I wouldn't hold my breath for that one! LOL


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Post by Guest on Thu Jun 30 2011, 22:01

I know George had a rough divorce but I think Rosemary gave him great advice when he decided to go into the business! So if you add the two together, he knows how to cover his butt. (No pun intended on the butt issue)

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Post by sandwiches on Thu Jun 30 2011, 22:05

I doubt this is going to hurt his career. I'm a big fan of his movies.

She's a loser.

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Post by Katiedot on Fri Jul 01 2011, 04:14

Callow is what she is. Immature and inexperienced.

So QT picks up this chick for a one night stand and as far as I can see he treats her well - gets her permission even drives her home in the morning - yet she sneers at him?

If 'can I suck your toes' is the most out there thing she's ever heard, then she hasn't been out much.

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Post by Dexterdidit on Fri Jul 01 2011, 12:11

I love the bit where she is offended when he does it again. Who goes home with someone knowing they will probably want sex knowing you aren't going to do it. Then she goes to bed with him and he doesn't push her just sucks her toes...not such a bad guy just yuck. Why go with him if he is so unattractive anyway? I think she just wanted a story.....

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Post by fluffy on Fri Jul 01 2011, 13:45

I agree Dex, if that's all he wanted, what a nice guy!!! Anyone got his number?!!

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Post by Guest on Fri Jul 01 2011, 16:28

She/he’s a fifteener. I say “She/he” because the above tweets sound more like a guy than a girl. Let’s see: Girl gets picked up by boy, goes home with boy, and has sex with boy. She lets everyone in the world know about it but then expects the world to agree that it was awful getting her toes sucked! And then expects the world not to wonder, being the upstanding girl that she tries to make herself out to be, why she was there in the first place. It’s a shame that she went to school to learn all that stuff about the film industry only to get excommunicated after her first and albeit last 15 minutes of fame!


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Post by melbert on Sat Jul 02 2011, 03:45

I'll bet that Quentin made sure she made it to the Z-list and will remain there forever. It doesn't sound like she enjoyed any part of it! What a sicko!!!

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