"The Worm" turned nasty Friday while supposedly swillin' Shirley Temples at Stella's Fish Cafe in Uptown.
Dennis Rodman, here to host a birthday party, was not interested in one more boring question about regrettable tattoos on his overly inked and pierced body and face.
"Let me do something for you, honey," he told me patronizingly, "something cool for you, so you shine today. Those questions you asked me wasn't ... [weren't toilet worthy]. You've got to ask me real cool questions."
Rodman predicted he could make me a star because he's gold on Youtube.com. (See what you think at startribune.com/video.) "The Freak," as Rodman is also known, need not release a rooster's crow unless this column and video garner more than the 76,045 hits attracted by my take on a Deadspin.com Brett Favre tidbit.
This Rodman thing all started when a friend who understands Twitter.com better than I do telephoned with an urgent message: "Dennis Rodman's at Stella's. Get your camera! Goooooooo!"
Without checking the latest Web gossip about Rodman, I ran out not realizing that he was in the mood for high hard ones. So I mentally put away the softballs.
Who was better in the sack, I asked: Madonna, rumored to have wanted him to father a child, or Carmen Electra, a Mrs.-Rodman-for-a-minute?
"Me," Rodman said deftly, in one of the few answers that didn't seem spoken for the pages of Playboy.