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m.koren wrote:I held the door open at a photocopy place for ... a guy who must have looked like Micheal Stipe. He said 'thanks' and looked terribly depressed. Stipe's about 5'9".

FYP

syntaxfree07 wrote:I pissed in a urinal next to Richard Petty at the Atlanta airport.

I pissed next to Nick Cave at a theatre in Brighton. I kept trying to sneak a look at his johnson because I imagined it to be longf and spindly like his good self. Didn't work though.

Once I posted to a thread on this forum and Steve Albini made fun of me.

El Protoolio wrote:Once I posted to a thread on this forum and Steve Albini made fun of me.

Wow, I had that exact thing happen to me as well!

This is a true story:

Once Nick Lachey (that singer guy whose famous for being married to Jessica simpson) came to my studio to listen to some song ideas, he was working on a his last CD. I have a chihuahua that at the time had still not learned to poop outside. Lachey showed up and had to take a call before the meeting and was walking back and forth in the back of the live room of the studio (were the dog likes to poop) and then when his call was over he came into the control room to start the meeting. He was sitting across from me and we're talking and I notice a brown smudge on his bright white brand new tennis shoes. Then he crosses his leg and I could clearly see a 3 inch chihuahua turd flattened in the grooves of his new shoe. And I had to sit there for 45 minutes feeling kind of guilty and also trying not to laugh and also trying to figure out if I should tell him or if I should ignore it.

Finally the meeting was over and he left and I was relieved. I'm not sure if he ever figured out where the poop came from. But he didn't buy any of the songs and I've never seen or heard from him again.

I'm not relating this story to brag because god knows a brush with Nick Lachey is not something to brag about on this forum.

My dogs poop ruining Lacheys new tennis shoes is however a great thing to brag about here. So there you go.

I am Internet Famous.

I tried to kiss Siouxsie sioux and she kicked me in the bollocks.

I once told all the members of Loverboy that Rush was a far better band and that that wasn't saying a whole hell of a lot. I was working at a coffeeshop...they didn't tip.

Eugene Kelly once bought groceries at my till in Sainsburys in Glasgow.

otisroom wrote:This is a true story:

Once Nick Lachey (that singer guy whose famous for being married to Jessica simpson) came to my studio to listen to some song ideas, he was working on a his last CD. I have a chihuahua that at the time had still not learned to poop outside. Lachey showed up and had to take a call before the meeting and was walking back and forth in the back of the live room of the studio (were the dog likes to poop) and then when his call was over he came into the control room to start the meeting. He was sitting across from me and we're talking and I notice a brown smudge on his bright white brand new tennis shoes. Then he crosses his leg and I could clearly see a 3 inch chihuahua turd flattened in the grooves of his new shoe. And I had to sit there for 45 minutes feeling kind of guilty and also trying not to laugh and also trying to figure out if I should tell him or if I should ignore it.

Finally the meeting was over and he left and I was relieved. I'm not sure if he ever figured out where the poop came from. But he didn't buy any of the songs and I've never seen or heard from him again.

I'm not relating this story to brag because god knows a brush with Nick Lachey is not something to brag about on this forum.

My dogs poop ruining Lacheys new tennis shoes is however a great thing to brag about here. So there you go.

So, you sell songs to boy-bands?

What. The. Fuck.

He probably couldn't smell the poop over the wafting turd of a song idea you were trying to pitch him.

This is joke