So, I thought I was a fan of James Otto, but I may not be now.
This past Friday, a friend of mine (well, he's Travis' friend, but he's cool) went to see James Otto at Cowboys in Kennesaw. He was with some chick he's banging, and she wanted Otto's autograph. She went up to him to ask him to sign her ticket stub, and he was like, "Yeah, well, I sigh other stuff, too."
To which she is like, "Uh, do you mean my boobs?"
And, he's all like "Uh, yeah. Let me see 'em."
And, she's all like, "Uh, no. I'm not letting you see my tits."
Jesus. Doesn't that asshole know it is Easter?
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