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NFL baller Brady Quinn wants to make one thing clear: He'll huddle up with sweaty, muscular men -- he just won't date 'em. No matter what a gay dating website is leading people to believe.A topless -- and really, really hot -- photo of the Cleveland...
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TMZ.com
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Brady Quinn Scrambles Over Gay Dating Scandal
Posted: July 17th, 2008, 5:15pm CDT by TMZ Staff
Tags: talksports Brady quinn
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Anthony Quinn's Son Popped for Domestic Abuse
Posted: May 30th, 2008, 7:19am CDT by TMZ Staff
Tags: celebrityjustice Fights anthony quinn
Filed under: Celebrity Justice, Fights
TMZ.com: Francesco Quinn, one of acting legend Anthony Quinn's 13 kids, was arrested earlier this month after allegedly beating the heck out of his wife. He spent the night in jail and was released on $50,000 bail.After Van Nuys, Calif. cops arrested Quinn on... Read more
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Foreigners Who Take Our Jobs: Poetry At The 'New Yorker': "The Era Of Knickers Is Over"
Posted: September 25th, 2007, 8:50am CDT
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Crazy-haired poet and rock star Paul Muldoon has shown up for work at the New Yorker—he recently replaced longtime poetry editor Alice Quinn. Says some anonymous blogger: "I just introduced myself to Paul Muldoon in the elevator and can report that the new poetry editor of The New Yorker is not much taller than the old one, Alice Quinn, but he wears long pants. The era of knickers is over! He was carrying an alarmingly slim volume that was the in-house archival scrapbook of verse that has run in The New Yorker since 1967--forty years of three poems a week. Anyway, he looked like he was just dying to publish a poem about a broken plate and a dirty shirt." As long as there are no more hideous Joni Mitchell poems and he can keep the junior staffers out of the magazine, that's fine by us. We'll just keep happily not really reading the poems like everyone else!