Someone Messed with The Beef

Shia LaBeouf was apparently involved in a drunken altercation that keeps going back and forth between him getting punched in the face and simply not liking to be called a faggot. At any rate, the third party has already sold his side of the story to RadarOnline and, even then, there are literally no winners. This Mark Mastro fellow admits to sitting down at Shia’s table uninvited to ask to have his picture taken with him, only to have The Beef tell him he just wants to chill. It then dovetailed into this:

Some time later, Mastro and a friend were out on the tavern’s front patio — basically just a fenced off area off the sidewalk — and Shia walked out.
“My friend said, ‘what’s up Shia’?” Mastro says. “Shia told him to ‘get the f**k out of my way.’ He was slurring his words.
“That’s when I said to my buddy, ‘don’t worry, he’s just a f**king fa**ot anyway’,” Mastro says. “He turned around, cursed me out, and I started laughing.”
Mastro explains that the actor then jumped in his black truck which was parked directly in front of Mad Bull’s.
“All of a sudden, he jumped out, and ran back towards the bar. He charged at me! I jumped over the patio fence onto the sidewalk to get away from him. But he kept coming after me. He was getting in my face. He was talking sh*t. He was chest-bumping me.”
That’s when the bouncer jumped in, Mastro says.
“A bouncer put Shia in a head lock. A cop just happened to be driving by and saw the commotion. He pulled up the bouncer literally handed LeBeouf over to him.

So basically a bunch of people got drunk, called each other faggots because that’s the only insult their decelerated minds could process at the time and the cops broke it up with no arrests. Normally, I wouldn’t defend The Beef because he has a history of bullshit stunts like this, but c’mon, this is pretty much any night at any bar, regardless of who you are. I’m not condoning gay slurs or anything, but one time I even saw the Queen of England call Prince Charles a “Dumbo-looking dick-eater” before she squatted and pissed in the wine cellar. It was surprisingly regal.

Photos: Bauer-Griffin