
A woman is suing Sacha Baron Cohen, claiming he started a “brawl” at a bingo hall in 2007 that left her paralyzed below the puffy old-lady fro. (Okay, I made that last part up).
Richelle Olson has sued Cohen, NBC Universal and others claiming they told her Brüno was a celeb and would appear and call numbers at the charity bingo game she ran for the elderly in Palmdale, CA. Olson was none too happy when she saw Brüno, whom she describes as an “extreme, outrageous, offensive caricature of a gay man dressed in sexually revealing clothing with an Austrian accent…”
Olson alleges Bruno used “vulgar and offensive language” and when she tried taking the mic from him, a “physical struggle ensued” and Cohen “offensively touched, pushed and battered” her, causing her to fall to the ground.
She then claims three cameramen and others rushed the stage … “where defendants attacked [her] for a period of one to five minutes to intentionally create a dramatic emotional response … while [they] recorded her humiliation and embarrassment.”
Aaaaand here’s where I call B.S. The cameramen filmed themselves attacking a downed old lady? Doubtful.
After the alleged assault was over, the suit says Olson went into another room where she was “sobbing uncontrollably” … then was rendered unconscious … “falling forward onto the thinly covered concrete slab, passing out and causing her to hit her head.”
The suit says Olson was rushed to the hospital with a “diagnosis of two brain bleeds” — and that she has been confined to a wheelchair and walker ever since. Olson — the Executive Director of Desert Valley Charities — and her husband are suing for unspecified damages, including loss of marital relations. [TMZ]
Wait, so you can sue people for making you faint now? Does that mean I can never take my shirt off in public? What if I want to stretch? TMZ never says how old this woman is, but there ought to be an age limit for suing over your husband not boning you anymore. 35, say.



I would use the “That shit was like that before I got here” defense.
It’s always been a dream of mine to call out “Dick 4″ at a Bingo hall.
“…attacked [her] for a period of one to five minutes”
There’s a gigantic difference between one and five minutes. Bad lawyer, bad.
This woman can weed out what is specifically an Austrian accent but cant count to 5?
If the husband’s dick don’t fit, you must acquit.
You can sue for “brain bleeds?”
When was that Waldo movie going to open again?
*opens yellow pages to attorneys at law*
You can’t claim a slip and fall accident do to “gay”. But you can blame it on the lube….
Bingo is fun for the entire family. There’s fighting, there’s Austrian gay antics, there’s frivolous litigation – if only they were in Branson because Tony Orlando could have made this story twice as funny.
Any guesses for how much NBC Universal settles for out of court to shut this rocker jockey? I’m saying $75,000 or two extra “free spaces” for life at bingo.
All she asks for is one of those showers with a built-in bench.
“extreme, outrageous, offensive caricature of a gay man dressed in sexually revealing clothing with an Austrian”
She said the same thing when Kevin Spacey came (in a man).
This bitch would probably pass out if a bee flew past her too quickly. Then she’d sue it.
Next time I visit Americania, I’m coming to your house and tripping over your welcome mat.
MY BRAIN!
Now call me cynical but surely if this woman had been paralysed from a beating she would of gone to the police, right? You’d report the fact you get attacked….there’d be lots of witnesses….OK the witnesses would all be really old so probably couldn’t remember but surely you’d still call the police.
So she didn’t luck out and get a husband with a brain-bleed fetish? That’s just bad luck for her, nothing worth suing over.
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I bet she introduces herself as, “The name’s Richelle, not quite Rachel and not quite Rochelle.”
then was rendered unconscious
Usually when I render old women, I end up with a bunch of crispy, tasty skin floating in grease.
Jesus I watch too much Food Network.
“offensively touched, pushed and battered her”
She should feel fortunate, at least he didn’t fall from the sky and stick his bare ass in her face.
Fek, I think I was one of the naked chicks in your dream.
What the fuck did I eat last night?
A woman’s brain bleeds every once a month anyway.
Fek +100 for best dream ever.
“..age limit for suing over your husband not boning you anymore. 35, say.”
How the fuck did I miss this the first time? Vance, I take major offense.
“thinly covered concrete slab”
What? Like carpet on a floor? Shit next time you fall say it was onto a bunch of chemical soaked pieces of pressed and mangled wood with nails and shit in it instead of being not batshit insane.
Woo prairie dog egg kicked in…lets get the day going. Time for volcano tacos.
“…while [they] recorded her humiliation and embarrassment.”
Okay, I’m not gonna lie. That was my weekend.
The police interview went something like this:
“Ma’am – when did you arrive here tonight?”
“B4.”
“Ok, about what time exactly?”
“O 5?”
“I see. And how many minutes did the altercation last?”
“G… 1?”
“One minute? That couldn’t possibly be enough to do the damage you claim.”
“O. 5.”
I can’t help but read Stones post in accent what’s her face has in Fargo.
That’s pretty much how I hear it, too.
You gotta admit, “two brain bleeds” for the past two years is one hell of an “I have a headache” excuse.
Contractor Mike sure is chatty today!
No architects around, Fek. Stoney gets a pass today for being funny.
“So how have your injuries damaged your relations with your husband?”
“B 4. I 69.”
Thanks, Mike. I won’t charge you for that letter covering your fuck up.
Stoney: I’m routing these as-builts through Cambodia.
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