Of course, it's not like he knows me personally. In fact, I've only had one encounter with him - but in that brief interlude, he made it clear that he hates me. When I asked him for a picture, he pretty much yelled, "After this one, it's the LAST one! I'm done!" Um, OK. Oh, and in case you're wondering if I'm just over-reacting, other people I know said he was nice to them, which proves my point: John C. Reilly hates me. Perhaps he's allergic to pink?
Friday, December 4, 2009
Pinky's Fandance, Saturday Edition
Let's make no mistake about it: John C. Reilly hates my guts. Now, sure, it's not really obvious in this picture, but trust me: he hates me.
Of course, it's not like he knows me personally. In fact, I've only had one encounter with him - but in that brief interlude, he made it clear that he hates me. When I asked him for a picture, he pretty much yelled, "After this one, it's the LAST one! I'm done!" Um, OK. Oh, and in case you're wondering if I'm just over-reacting, other people I know said he was nice to them, which proves my point: John C. Reilly hates me. Perhaps he's allergic to pink?
Of course, it's not like he knows me personally. In fact, I've only had one encounter with him - but in that brief interlude, he made it clear that he hates me. When I asked him for a picture, he pretty much yelled, "After this one, it's the LAST one! I'm done!" Um, OK. Oh, and in case you're wondering if I'm just over-reacting, other people I know said he was nice to them, which proves my point: John C. Reilly hates me. Perhaps he's allergic to pink?
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