Posted by MiKster at bermuda-asy-61.rutgers.edu on July 07, 2000 at 00:36:53:
Okay, truth be told, Kevin never asked to sign my boobs.
This has to do with two things:
1) I've never been in the same room as him (although having lived 25 out of my 26 living years in central Jersey, it's safe to say I've been in a 20 mile radius of him a few times. Go ahead, you know want to touch me.).
2) I am sans boobs. Boobless. Mammarily challenged.
However, an ex-co-worker of mine liked to tell a similar story. Much of my working day consists of ranting about various things; at the time, a few months ago, I was watching Mallrats more than can be healthy, so as you can imagine, I spouted off at the mouth about how wonderful I thought Kevin's movies were. Although he wanted to agree with me, he really had a problem doing so.
You see, it turns out he and his (apparently buxom?) girlfriend went to some sort of event at the store in Red Bank -- my ex-co-worker's hometown; he even went to RBC -- and Kevin asked to sign her boobs. This scarred him so much that he now has trouble fully appreciating Mr. Smith's work. A pity. He didn't seem to like answering "So, I guess that mean she has some pretty nice titties, huh?", though.
Bad Kevin. How can you possibly keep a male fanbase if you're trying to sign their girlfriends' jungas? Oh well. Just keep shooting for the overweight and underweight need-to-get-laid guys, I guess. :)
-MiK, still waiting a follow-up reference to Rutgers or New Brunswick...