If the same is true when someone's acting like a douche, Laurence Fishburne's ears should still be ringing. He must have been channeling Ike Turner this morning at Good Morning America, looking down at the ground as they trotted him into Times Square for his segment, scowling while waiting for it to start, and barely acknowledging the audience. He was always so happy as Cowboy Curtis on Pee-Wee's Playhouse, taking Pee-Wee camping, teaching him how to square dance and make slow-cooked steak, and getting shy as a prarie critter when Miss Yvonne asked him on a date, so this was an unpleasant surprise. Dressed in his finest burgundy suit, he was giving overweight J.J. Evans pimp realness while promoting Man of Steel. Refusing to sign autographs after the segment, he walked right back to the waiting SUV, completely blowing off Marie walking beside him telling him what a huge fan she was ever since his days on One Life to Live. Laurence Fishburne, you are not the One.
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