And he's still a faggot hanger on of Anthony's? I don't have daughters. I don't care if Anthony has a crate in the basement packed with the blood stained Hello Kitty trophy underwear of half the preteens on Long Island. How does a man live with his little girl hugging Uncle Anthony hello and goodbye? Will it get harder as time goes on? Will you cringe when you daughter has tits? Will you swallow the lump in your throat because little bro has cash?