I met Calvin O’Shay at Jerry’s Deli in Woodland Hills the other night- the night when the Kardashian family was there taping their reality show.

“Bet they skip on the bill,” muttered Calvin, his haz-mat suit reflecting the glare of the TV lights, nearing blinding me.

“No way,” says I, having more faith in my fellow man than that. So much for faith in my fellow man and human nature. The Kardashians skipped. The bill was something like 58 bucks in change, and the waitress was even more despondent because they didn’t bother leaving her a tip, either.

O’Shay, something of a prognosticator, is picking Tennessee against the Indianapolis Colts this week, by the way.

O’Shay basically has this to add after he got finished rubbing it into me about the Kardashians:

I’m normally a humble guy, but I have no choice but to take full credit for next week’s secret meeting on the Cal-OSHA situation hosted by – are you ready for this? – the Free Speech Coalition!” he laughs.

“Yes, Gene, my flies on the wall at FSC tell me that the phrase, ‘Oh Shit, it’s O’Shay again!’ became a call to action among FSC staff and members. My rants on your site apparently helped the good people at FSC to see the light. To see that this is indeed a calamitous danger to the adult industry, one that easily ranks up there with obscenity and 2257. And thus, one that needs to be addressed by the adult industry’s official trade group.”

Of course my interest is perked and I ask Calvin where this conclave will be held.

“Sorry Gene, this is a closed meeting,” he replies. “All media are specifically uninvited. But don’t worry, I’ll be keeping close tabs on this situation and I’ll keep you in the loop.”