A story about Mick Foley
Once again, I “met” Mick Foley when I saw him walking down the street one day and I said “hi” and told him I was a fan and then kept walking.
I would like to meet him for real sometime.
Once again, I “met” Mick Foley when I saw him walking down the street one day and I said “hi” and told him I was a fan and then kept walking.
I would like to meet him for real sometime.
Actually, I “met” Jack Black about five or so years ago at a CD signing at the virgin Megastore. I had him autograph my boob and he said I was a “groovy chick.”
I would like to meet him in a context where I’m not waiting in line to do it, though.