So I'm just going to come out and say it. Yes, Jesse James DID hit on me when he came to Tucson for a promo tour for Monster Garage while Sandra was filming The Blind Side. And, no, it wasn't pretty.
I was out in my garage, working on my hog. It was hot and I wasn't wearing my shirt and I was sweaty and my tattoos were gleaming in the desert heat. Too much for ol' Jesse to resist.
What? You didn't know I had a few tats? Come on, I spent over ten years in the military. They're required. So, during basic training I got one or two. No big deal. As you can plainly see, it's only when I don't have my shirt on that you can tell I've got a few tattoos.

But Jesse saw them and went a little crazy. I told him no, no, no, no. That's when poor Jesse settled for second best: Ms. Bombshell.
I feel bad for Sandra. I really do. Maybe if she would have gotten a few tattoos like Jesse had wanted. No, your right, he's a jerk. It wouldn't have helped.
-- feis dad
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