When I get home, I call her throughout the day and into the evening.
Weve gone from talking on the phone every few hours to silence.
A black 1957 Porsche 356 Speedster, vintage convertible.
I shuffle to the car with my stomach sinking and take a quick look inside, Stamos wrote.
Half of her butt is showing.
Ive never seen this poster before.
The blinds are closed, but the door is slightly open, he continued.
My Tiny Dancer is in bed with Mr. Porsche Speedster.
I cant tell who he is, but I recognize Teris ass barely covered by the sheets.
It looks like her new poster, the You star recalled, describing the moment as my worst nightmare.
I attempt to hold back tears, he shared.
Time slows until Im frozen.
A few tears roll down my face, and it pisses me off.
They snap me out of my daze, and I feel angry and confused.
I stare at the two-dimensional, half-dressed woman that I thought I knew.
Shes signed the poster, with little hearts, My Dear Tony, Ill love you forever.
XO, Teri,' Stamos noted.
Who the hell is Tony?
Hold me closer, Tony Danza, Stamos emphasized.
The 80s were a bizarre time man.
I’m by no means saying Teri Copely wasn’t a fine looking lady.
But to be fought over by two of the hottest guys in the world?
This wasn’t Helen of Troy we’re talking about.
And it’s not like this was before either of these guys' primes.
They were each cleaing up pretty damn well for themselves.
But what people might be surprised to learn, is Tony Danza was the real alpha of the 80s.
TheWho’s The Bossstar was hotter than molten lava.
Morgan Fairchild back in the 80s was as good as it gets.
It’s game over.
Even for studs like John Stamos.
p.s.- I will never understand how Stamos didn’t lock down Aunt Becky back in the day.
