Stone Age rocker Gene Simmons of Kiss swaggered into a BevHills pizzeria with pals and demanded a table. The hostess, a teenage Asian girl who’d just been hired, politely informed him there’d be a wait and asked his name. Furious, Simmons snapped loudly to his adoring posse, “Somebody tell her my EFF-ING NAME!” Then he yelled at the frightened girl: “Maybe you should GO BACK TO YOUR OWN COUNTRY! Everybody eff-ing KNOWS ME HERE!” Said an eyewitness: “He’s aged badly. Who’d know him with that wrinkled face and hair all skanky from over-dyeing!” (Hey, Gene, either use the makeup . . . or stick out your TONGUE, dude!)
GENE SIMMONS MOUTHS OFF
