Originally Posted by DethMaiden
Then, as Brann and myself were leaving the venue, a bootleg t-shirt salesman picked us off, and, not recognizing Brann, tried to sell him a bootleg Mastodon shirt. And he fucking bought one.
He must have a fucked up sense of humor.
He's like "yo give me yo insurance information!" and I'm like "I didn't hit you with no car, I hit you with this mack truck I call a fist!"