John Travolta

The word "scandal" is immediately declared null and void when used to describe John Travolta prancing around with silky big girl panties on, but The National Enquirer still thinks you'll scream with your eyes over these pictures from 1997 of him in dragging it up at a party. The only thing shocking about these pictures is how broke Travolta's drag is. You'd think his drag closet would have more square footage than his dude closet, but these pictures tell me otherwise.

Even the mangiest alley cat has enough taste to cough up that wig. Speaking of mangy alley cats, that's what's covering his shoulders in the bigger picture, right? That pearl necklace isn't even a full pearl necklace. It looks like it came out of a light cummer's peen. Wearing that pink outfit is only acceptable if you're the poor character in a Sweet Valley High book who's going to play tennis with Lila Fowler at her country club. Bitch didn't wax, shave or pluck and he looks like a bloated Klinger in low-budget Amy Winehouse drag. Even Tommy Girl could beat John Travolta in a Miss Scientology pageant. Embarrassing!

I now know who Marc Jacobs' current style icon is.

Oh, and The Enquirer also says that Kelly Preston has stormed out of the family home and has left John forever. Beard, please. Kelly left the family home, but only because she went to get John a better wig and to pick him up an undergraduate application from the admissions office at Drag U.

When I first read that the NYDN found out the identity of John Doe #2 and knew his name, I was sort of relieved, but only because it meant we could stop calling him John Doe #2. There's TOO many Johns involved in this mess. There's John Travolta, John Doe #1 and John Doe #2. So I was happy that we can start calling John Doe #2 by his government name. But get this shit, John Doe #2's name is JOHN! AAAAAAAAH! Oh well, I guess the world can never have too many Johns, said every hooker.

The NYDN ID'ed John Doe #2 as 40-year-old John Truesdale, a massage therapist who works at the spa at The Mandarin Oriental in Atlanta. The NYDN tried to talk to him, but he refused to open his lips about the case. When they asked John for a picture, he laughed before saying, “I thought I was supposed to be anonymous." John T dropped his $2 million lawsuit again Travolta last week, but plans to file it again now that Gloria Allred is his new lawyer.

The NYDN says that John Truesdale ("More like John LIESdale" - Travolta's lawyer Marty Singer while smugly patting himself in his self-satisfaction place) is 6-feet tall, weighs in at 250 pounds and holds a black belt. I know those stats are supposed to make us think that John Truesdale's case ain't shit since he is obviously strong enough to defend himself against John Travolta's groping hand, but I'm not going there yet. Never underestimate the terror-inducing power of Travolta's finger-eating hole of destruction. Staring at it as opens up like the mouth of a naked mole rat begging for a leaf will bring grown 250 pound men to their knees! John Travolta's got the Eye of Sauron of b-holes!

Oh, and another massage therapist is throwing a lawsuit at Travolta for allegedly harassing him at the Eden Roc in Miami. Well, at least this one's not named John.

As of yesterday, John Doe #1 hired master limousine chaser Gloria Allred to be his new attorney and help him decide whether or not he's going re-file his lawsuit against John Travolta for giving him a hernia test without asking. Since then, a lot more foolery has come flying out and let's get to it so we can exhale before another batch of foolery comes flying out. I swear, I hope Tommy Girl and his Scientology chorus boys re-enact all of this at the church holiday pageant, because this is drama.

John Doe #2 has dropped his lawyer and picked up Gloria Allred too - Just like John Doe #1, John Doe #2 withdrew his $2 million lawsuit against John Travolta this morning and immediately hired Gloria Allred. John Doe #2's the massage therapist at that fancy resort in Atlanta who claims John's anus hole practically tried to eat his finger off. Gloria tells People that they plan to file the lawsuit in another court.

John Travolta's lawyer is shaking his head no to the rumors that they're paying bitches off - John Doe #2's first lawyer said that John Travolta could make everything go away if he simply slipped them $250,000. But John's lawyer Marty Singer tells TMZ that they will never pay a cent and will never settle. Well, I say why should John pull the wad of cash out of his titty cleavage to pay those dudes off when he can get his Scientology bitches to put the spook in them? Those Scientology crazies will haunt John Doe #1 and John Doe #2 forever. I'm pretty sure that creepy bitch with split ends in The Grudge was a Scientologist.

John Travolta tried to put a hickey on Kenickie's dickey - Remember Jeff Conway's beyond crazy fiancee Vikki Lizzi? Vikki tells The National Enquirer (via P6) that when Jeff tried to off himself in 2006, he wrote a suicide note where he claimed that John Travolta sucked him off while he was passed out one night in the 90s. The note went something like, "Life is an ugly thing and I realized this when I woke up and had Travolta's saliva all over my peen. Goodbye cruel world!"

Vikki says that after Jeff caught Travolta sucking on his peen in his sleep, their friendship ended. Jeff also told Vikki that Kelly Preston knows John's butt hole gets hungry for peen and she's okay with it. Kelly is John's happily wedded beard and even signed some sort of contract.

And finally for the grand finale! John Travolta released this Mother's Day video card to Kelly Preston and loooooord this is the most subtle act of damage control I've ever seen. Nothing says "I love my wife's vagina" like a Power Point presentation. Even Tommy Girl's couch jumping theatrics weren't this obvious.

And the best part is that he used a Barbra Streisand song. If that isn't an official coming out announcement, then I really don't know what is.

In "Why in wiggly anus hell didn't I see this coming?" news, super lawyer Gloria Allred has found a way to get a starring role in this messy John Travolta saga. It looks like I was every layer of false when I said that John Doe #1 withdrew his $2 million lawsuit against John Travolta because he was paid off. John Doe #1 hired Gloria Allred and the two will decide whether or not he's going to sue a bitch again. I have been thinking that what this John Travolta vs. T Entire Massage Industry drama needs is a theatrical press conference starring dramatic ass Gloria "Norma Desmond" Allred!

John Doe #1's first lawyer, Okorie Okorocha, filed papers to dismiss the lawsuit after they both decided to go their separate ways. Without a lawyer and with hos throwing a suspicious squint at him for getting the date of the alleged groping wrong, most of us figured his case was as dead as the animal on Travolta's head. But the Captain Save-A-Ho of attorneys tells Radar that the case is alive and she's going to squeeze every last drop of attention leche from it:

" I represent John Doe #1. Mr. Doe's lawsuit was dismissed without prejudice which means that he is still legally entitled to file another lawsuit against John Travolta if he chooses. We are in the process of conferring with him regarding the next steps, which he may wish to take. Our client and our firm has no further comment at this time."

John Doe #1 doesn't need to ever comment, because Gloria Allgreen will say everything that needs to be said when she stages a live reenactment of the incident for the media in the conference room of her office. Now is Gloria's chance to top her priceless baseball bat butt sex ballet:

Since it's been Trollvolta overload around here and you're going to need several years of hypnotherapy to rid your brain of the images of his hungry hungry hole saying "Feed me, Seymour!" to a massage therapist's finger, here's something that might temporarily ease the pain. Presenting...Shemar Moore's nipples in Cannes!

As expected, John Doe #1 dropped his $2 million sexual harassment lawsuit against John Travolta after his lawyer broke up with him. John Doe #1 might file the lawsuit again if he gets another lawyer, but I'm not sure that's going to happen since he's probably too busy counting the stack of money he magically found in an E.T. duffel bag stashed in the bushes outside of the Scientology Center. Speaking of settlements, John Doe #2 isn't being shy about asking for one. John Doe #2's lawyer, the same one who dropped John Doe #1, tells Radar that his client will happily settle with John Travolta for a rock bottom price of $250,000. Just like John Doe #1, John Doe #2 is suing Travolta for $2 million. Bitch is giving Travolta a steal!

John Doe #2's lawyer Okorie Okorocha says that his client doesn't really went to relive the gross memory of being groped by Travolta in that suite in Atlanta and wants to be done with all of this:

"My client will settle for $250k to make this go away quickly and without having any further action being taken in this case. My client wants his life back and for that to happen at this point we would be willing to accept a settlement. I have been speaking with Marty Singer about establishing the ground rules for arbitration/mediation in this case. We haven't agreed on anything yet, or which private judge will hear the case. I want it to be one judge, Marty Singer would like more than one judge. These are sticking points that we can work out if this case doesn't settle. I haven't discussed any settlement figures with Marty yet but I anticipate we will be having those discussions very soon.

Look my client is a very tall man, weighs about 300 pounds and is also a personal trainer so a private judge could absolutely look at him and wonder how much in damages he really suffered. If this could settle quickly, well, obviously, that would be the best result for all parties involved."

This might make John Doe #2 look like a con artist with a shady lawyer who appreciates the art of swindling a trick, but maybe he doesn't want to sit there and go into detail about how John's anus lips kept wiggling for his finger like a worm's mouth looking for a snack. Maybe he doesn't want another set of scars on his brain. Whatever the case may be, John Travolta is probably going to come out on top after all of this. And yes, that is the first time and only time I will ever describe John Travolta as being on top.

In that picture above, is John Travolta making an "over-the-shoulder two-handed handjob" pose or a "Hooray for me for getting it DP-style" pose? Or is he grossed out because he just realized he made a vagina with his hands? Process that through your brain and we'll discuss later.

The masseur who opened up the unlocked, glass Pandora's Box of John Travolta's man molesting ways has come up to the podium to shrug while saying, "Ooops!" John Doe #1 first claimed that John Travolta grabbed at his peen without an invitation on January 16, 2012 at the Beverly Hills Hotel. But after John Travolta's team pulled out completely suspect pictures, a receipt from. Mr. Chow and flight records proving that he was in NYC that day, John Doe #1 says he got the date wrong. More like John D'OH! #1.

A source tells Radar that John Doe #1 is now claiming that John Travolta touched him wrong BEFORE January 16th.  The source says that John Doe #1's lawyer will amend the lawsuit, but every other detail in the documents will stay the same. John Doe #1 and his lawyer aren't worried that this will screw up their case. The source went on to say:

"The lawsuit will likely be amended, but this doesn't change the facts of the lawsuit. John Doe #1 gave very specific information, and staff from the Beverly Hills Hotel will absolutely be included as witnesses in the case. Let's not forget John Doe accuser #2. It's very interesting that Travolta's team hasn't gone after him. 

This case will absolutely proceed through depositions and to a trial. The lawsuit can't and won't be thrown out because the date was wrong by the first John Doe, which will ultimately be up to a jury to decide. Both accusers are ready to go public, and aren't afraid of John Travolta, and they will see this through to the end."

If you're suing John Travolta and a multi-million dollar settlement is on the line, how in the sore on Xenu's taint can you mess up the date? John Doe #1 says John Travolta found his ass online and they e-mailed back and forth, so wouldn't that shit be in his Gmail or whatever? Either John Doe #1 is a confused ho who really mixed up the date, he's scamming a trick or he's already settled with Travolta and part of the deal is for him to slowly discredit himself. Yeah, that last one is the Detective La Toya in me poking out.

In other Trollvolta news, a third dude who has come forward claiming that John tried to pay him for sex  in 2009. Fabian Zanzi tells The Daily Mail that he was a VIP host on a Royal Caribbean cruise and John hugged him while naked before offering to pay him $12,000 for some peen-on-prostate action. Fabian turned him down.

Never mind that John was trolling for dick on a Royal Caribbean cruise like a regular, middle-class closeted husband from the suburbs, who turns down $12,000 for a few minutes with John Travolta? I swear, morals and standards are so overrated. John needs to work on his trolling skills, because it sounds like his butt hole is always barking up the wrong peen. Every trick I know will gladly stick his peen in the glory hole in John Travolta's closet door for $12,000. Hell, those whores will do it for $12 and an autographed Danny Zuko glossy.

TMZ posted what they say is proof that John Travolta couldn't have been trying to get his sweaty paws around a crotch dumpling in Beverly Hills on January 16, 2012. They say that John was filling his eating hole with another kind of dumpling that night in NYC and they have the receipt from Mr. Chow's to prove it. Before you say, "Well, that big queen could've terrorized an L.A. masseur in the morning times and hopped on his royal chariot to have dinner in NYC," TMZ also posted two pictures of John in front of a toilet (no comment) during a fitting for a movie. The pictures were apparently taken at 4:30pm and 5:21pm. I'm no Detective La Toya, but that receipt could be anybody's receipt and those pictures could've been taken at any time. Something in the milk ain't clean about those pictures too. It looks like pictures of a low-budget hologram of a John Travolta wax figure. Those creepy pictures make the pores on my skin heave the same way they do when I go to a wax museum and pretend that the figures are alive inside. I do that a lot, obviously.

Besides the receipt and the pictures ("Which prove nothing!" - Detective La Toya's apprentice, me), Johnny's lawyer Marty Singer tells Radar that he has flight and hotel records which further prove that his dick-groping hand was far away from Beverly Hills that day. But Okorie Okorocha, the lawyer for John Doe #1 and John Doe #2, says he has proof that John was in L.A. that day and the receipt ain't shit:

"I can prove and have evidence that John Travolta was in Los Angeles on January 16 when he sexually assaulted my client. I'm aware that Mr. Travolta's lawyer says he was in New York City on that date, but we have information that will prove that he was in Los Angeles on that day. The credit card receipt that Mr. Travolta says proves he was in New York City has a time stamp of 11:38 p.m., our complaint clearly says the assault occurred in the morning of January 16. This credit card receipt proves absolutely nothing, and it doesn't account for the day of January 16. My client was sexually assaulted at 10am, Travolta could make it to New York on horseback in that time."

I see how you snuck in a bareback joke there, Mr. Okorocha. Well played. Well played.

Mr. Okoracho also said that his office has been flooded with dozens, if not hundreds, of calls from massage therapists and witnesses with their own stories about John Travolta's molesting ways. He expects to file many, many more lawsuits against Tommy Girl's main homegirl.

Wonderful. Stock up on the barf bleach and brain bags (see I'm already so sick that I can't even put words in the right places), because it's going to be a long summer of hearing about how John Travolta begged with his butt for a finger bang and how his crotch bush is thicker than his wigs. I hate John Travolta for this. I hate Xenu for this. But most of all, I hate myself for reading every line of both lawsuits like Jackie Collins wrote it. I couldn't even eat a dried strawberry in my cereal this morning without thinking of John Travolta's butt mouth chomping at the bit.

A second masseur has come forward claiming that John Travolta sexually harassed him during a massage. Just like the first masseur, the second masseur isn't giving up his name and wants $2 million from John. The second masseur (aka John Doe #2) has the same lawyer as the first masseur (aka John Doe #1). All of this might not have happened (it still would've happened) if Scientology provided their hos with a harem of gay call boys. If Scientology insists on keeping their members in the closet, they might as well throw some dick up in there. Damn.

Radar got a hold of the lawsuit filed by John Doe #2 in L.A. this morning, and he claims that his massage date of terror with John happened on January 28, 2012 at some fancy resort in Atlanta, GA. John Doe #2 says he doesn't normally do in-room massages, but he took it after another masseur turned it down. John Doe #2's co-worker used to work at a spa in L.A. that banned John Travolta for trying to get a happy ending from their masseurs. John Doe #2 says that when he showed up to John's room, he noticed John looked a mess and had bloodshot eyes. As soon as the massage began, John, who was lying on his stomach, pulled the towel under his ass, spread his nalgas and showed the masseur his brown eye of Xenu. John then started flaring his Scientolohole like a cat begging for the Q-Tip. John kept squirming around trying to get the masseur to give him a deep prostate massage. I'll let John Doe #2's lawyers put it in his own words:

On the morning of the massage, the lawsuit alleges, Travolta had "a strange demeanor, bloodshot eyes and climbed onto the already setup massage table...Travolta removed the entire sheet from his body, and he claimed the sheets were sticky and could not tolerate the heat...Travolta further indicated that he likes a lot of 'Glutes' work meaning a massage on his buttocks...While he was massaging near Travolta's buttocks area, Travolta would open his legs and spread his butt cheeks open and had a full erection and would maneuver in a way to try to force Doe Plaintiff No. 2 to touch his anus and around his anus.

Then, Travolta started to grab, rub and caress Doe Plaintiff no. 2's upper thighs and buttocks....Travolta still had an erection and wanted his abdominals done, but Travolta's erection was in the way and he refused to have his penis covered by a sheet of a pillow case cover...Travolta started masturbating about 15 minutes left in the session, and Doe Plaintiff No.2, said he had to go.

John Doe #2 claims that he told his supervisor, but it was all swept under the rug on Travolta's head.

John Travolta's lawyer Marty Singer tells TMZ that just like the first masseur, the second masseur is a card carrying member of The Lie Tellers Club. Marty says that when the media proved that John Travolta was on the East Coast filming a movie on the day John Doe #1 said he was molested, the lawyer brought out John Doe #2.

Singer calls the new allegations "absurd and fictional" ... and says they're "just as fabricated" as the claims made by John Doe #1 in the initial lawsuit filed May 4th.

Singer also blasts the lawyer who's representing both accusers -- claiming the attorney obviously read media reports which poked holes in accuser #1's story ... and then made adjustments when asserting claims on behalf of the 2nd alleged victim

A John Travolta masseur is the new Tiger Woods mistress, right? Can't John Travolta just put an end to this shit by simply saying, "Listen, bitches, I couldn't have be in L.A. trying to give a handy to John Doe #1, because I was on the East Coast trying to give a handy to John Doe #3. Case dismissed!"

And we should really open up a Hot Dog 'N Handjobs franchise next to the Scientology center. We'll never be able to eat another hot dog without thinking of John Travolta's hungry hole, but at least we'll be rich!

After I tucked myself into bed last night, I read the entire not-so-happy-ending massage lawsuit thrown at John Travolta by an unnamed masseur, and if you haven't already done so, you should do so tonight. Push away your laminated copy of 50 Shades of Mom Cream and get into this bedtime story. Yes, your nightmares will be haunted by a wig-wearing bloated pasty walrus waving his 8-inch dick of doom at you, but sometimes you have to suffer for foolery.

What we already know is that a masseur claims that on January 16, 2012, the Duchess of Scientology found the masseur's ad online and ordered a massage. During the massage, John allegedly molested the masseur's crotch, offered to squeeze the masseur's peen and went on a crazed rant about how gay Jews rule Hollywood before he jacked himself off in front of the masseur. If you switched the dude masseur with a chick, it would be like a regular night at Mel Gibson's house. But the fuckery is truly in the details and just like we did last night, let's dissect those!

Travolta had chocolate cake wrappers on the floor his SUV.
Believability: 0 out of 10 Laughing Tommy Girls. The less Tommy cackles, the truer it is!
Isn't chocolate an aphrodisiac? Well, so is downing Ding Dongs in an SUV with his homegirl Kirstie Alley while kiki-ing about the masseur dick he's hoping to wrap his Scientolohole around.

Travolta's personal chef was in the bungalow making hamburgers during the first hour of the massage and left once he was ready to get down with the masseur.
Believability: 0 out of 10 Laughing Tommy Girls
Nothing gets Johnny in the mood for love like the scent of sizzling burger grease. That's why bitch buys his poppers at Carl's Jr.

Travolta's peen is "roughly" 8 inches long.
Believability: 5 out of 10 Laughing Tommy Girls
I'd rather cover my bedroom ceiling with pictures of prolapsed rectums than think about Johnny's dick situation, but I can sort of believe this. I mean, most e-meters double as penis pumps, right?

Travolta's pubic hairy is "wiry" and "unkempt."
Believability: 10 out of 10 Laughing Tommy Girls
Can I get a BITCH, PLEASE? Johnny is definitely as smooth as an armadillo's ass down there. When Johnny's eating Ding Dongs and sniffing burger fumes in a bottle while fapping, the last thing he wants to do is meticulously pick out chocolate cake crumbs from his dick bush. Besides, any hair that grows down there, he quickly plucks out and glues to the top of his head.

Travolta told the masseur that he's not even gay and hates the taste of cum.
Believability: 10 out of 10 Laughing Tommy Girls
Tommy Girl and the other queens at the Scientology glory hole don't call Johnny "L. Ron Cumdumpster" for nothing!

Travolta told the masseur that the high-class in this world prefer same-sex fucking, because the sex is the best you'll ever experience.
Believability: 9 out of 10 Laughing Tommy Girls
That sounds more like something GOOP would say if she came out as a lesbian. But I like it. The next time I get hate mail saying that man-on-man ass sex is disgusting, I'll let them know that they only find it disgusting because they are low-class trash. Only the high-class appreciates man-on-man ass sex, hunty.

Travolta told the masseur that there was a "starlet" staying in the hotel who was looking for some DP (double penetration) action. Travolta promised they could have her later, but they had to get in-sync first by sexing on each other.
Believability: 10 out of 10 Laughing Tommy Girls
Was Lindsay Lohan staying at The Beverly Hills Hotel that day? NO! I'm joking. This is a falsity, because Johnny would never make a promise he can't fuck and that promise involved vagina.

Travolta made the masseur say something nice about him as he jacked off.
Believability: 6 out of 10 Laughing Tommy Girls
This is some terrifying Stuart Smalley shit. What do you say if Johnny is doing sex to himself in front of you and asks you for a compliment? When you're watching Johnny do himself, I'm sure the part of your brain that produces positive thoughts shuts down and quits your ass. I guess I'd tell him that he smells like Ding Dongs and hamburgers. That's TWO nices!

John Travolta has already denied all of this and says he wasn't even in L.A. on January 16th. John claims he has proof of this and is planning to pull his fist out of an escort's ass to fight this lawsuit. After reading this mess of a lawsuit, the only stuff I really believe is the crap about the chocolate cake wrappers and the full-time hamburger maker. But I'm sure the Scientology engineers still worked through the night making a sex tape using a John Travolta hologram and a Kelly Preston hologram. Johnny couldn't have molested that masseur, because he, a heterosexual man, was too busy having heterosexual sex with his heterosexual wife.

via TMZ

That line is the signature pick-up line I've been using for years and it's the same line John Travolta allegedly used on a masseur who is suing him for $2 million for sexually assaulting him. TMZ brings us the story that is probably making Tommy Girl and the other boys in the Scientology men's lounge laugh their thetans off. Let's dissect the whole messy thing together:

According to the lawsuit, Travolta saw the masseur's ad online, and scheduled an appointment for $200 an hour. The masseur did not know it was Travolta when the appointment was booked, but followed instructions and met up with a black Lexus SUV, which Travolta was driving.

According to the suit, Travolta and the masseur, who says he saw Trojan condoms in the center console, drove to the Beverly Hills Hotel and went to Travolta's bungalow.

The sauna at the men's spa must've been closed for maintenance if John Travolta's looking for ass on Craigslist now.

Didn't the masseur know that something seriously shady was up when his "client" asked him to meet on the street somewhere? You're not supposed to let your Craigslist clients drive you to a second location! That has all the makings of a Lifetime movie that doesn't end well. But I do like that John Travolta is letting everyone know that he's a safety girl by leaving his condoms out.

The suit claims Travolta stripped naked, appearing semi-erect. The masseur says he told Travolta to lay down on the table and the first hour went without incident. Then, according to legal docs, Travolta began rubbing the masseur's leg, touched his scrotum and the shaft of his penis.

The masseur claims he told Travolta he did not have sex with his clients, but Travolta was undeterred, offering to do a "reverse massage," adding, "Come on dude, I'll jerk you off!!!"

Speaking of Lifetime, since they renewed The Client List for a second season, they should fire Jennifer Love Hewitt and make John Travolta's handjob dreams come true by giving him her role. John does have the tits for it.

The suit goes on to allege Travolta then masturbated and told the masseur he got to where he was "due to sexual favors he had performed when he was in his 'Welcome Back Kotter' days," adding "Hollywood is controlled by homosexual Jewish men who expect favors in return for sexual activity."

I wonder who John Travolta humped on for his role on Welcome Back Kotter? I'm putting my lube money on Whoreshack.

The masseur -- who is only listed as John Doe -- claims Travolta called him a loser, but then doubled the hourly rate and sent him on his way.

Well, after allegedly molesting the masseur, calling him a "loser" and assaulting his eyes by jacking off in front of him, it was nice of John to pay double.

This whole thing is a mess and not the usual mess John Travolta leaves on the steam shower floor. This reads like the original ending of Dianetics. Everyone knows that John Travola regularly orders deep dick massages from masseurs, so this is easy to believe. It's also easy to believe because Scientology mixed with the pressure to hide your real love  for hard dick turns you into a crazy monster.

There's no way this lawsuit is going to go trial, because John doesn't want all the skeletons he's done butt sex with to come flying out of the closet. So if you see John wearing the same wig twice in one week, you know it's because he had to use some of his yearly wig budget to settle with that masseur. I can't wait to see Kelly Preston's thetans scurry for the exit when a reporter brings this up in an interview. It really is hard out there for a beard.

UPDATE: John Travolta's rep calls it a lie and he plans countersue a bitch, "This lawsuit is a complete fiction and fabrication. None of the events claimed in the suit ever occurred. The plaintiff, who refuses to give their name, knows that the suit is a baseless lie. It is for that reason that the plaintiff hasn't been identified with a name even though it is required to do so. On the date when plaintiff claims John met him, John was not in California and it can be proved that he was on the East Coast."