With the rumor mills a-churnin' this week, I am finally putting all the buzz to rest. Yes, I know Matt Dillion, intellectually. I know that on the night of Monday, April 30 he was being "stalked" by a drunk chick at a bar claiming that her %*#!@ hurt and that she used to date a gyno. We chatted for a while about this said drunk chick and then we started getting chummy and joking around. I am pretty sure that no one around us knew what were were talking about until he pretty much yelled, (as a joke toward the drunk chick) "Sorry I can't help you with your $%@@*!!! Thanks, Matt Dillion, thanks a lot. I would also like you to know that he is real good lookin' in person, that he has a dead fish hand shake and the guys in his "entourage" are named Kevin and Andrea. As you can see by this candid picture, I have intimate knowledge that his breath smells like orange tic-tacs and that he is missing me at this moment. Oh, Matt...you could never keep up with me you foul mouthed fool. Another point for New York.
1 comment:
Oh sweet Kate. If you only pshopped your shit from randomly showing through his jacket. He would have looked like he was saving you!
-Aaron
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