| 08 October 2010
For some inexplicable reason, Blair Thomas is signing autographs on the main floor of my fraternity house right now. After convening with other resident Gang Green supporters, I was sent as the sacrificial lamb to tell Thomas I was a Jets fan.
Here's how the conversation went...
Me: Hey, Blair. Mind taking a picture with me?
(Politely nods head)
(Picture taken)
Me: I'm a big Jets fan. Thank you.
Blair: Yeah, aright.
(Announces he's going to his car---presumably to get a firearm to turn on my ass.)
Blair starts to run away, is met my two people coming out of bathroom, dances, shuffles, and falls to ground.
(Sorry, I had to; he was actually really nice about it)
Note: I only look stoned/retarded. I am neither. I swear.
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