From some forum (from some livejournal)
"Okay so here's my story.
I ordered Greg Graffin's
dissertation from the Bad Religion website because I wanted to get a
signed copy for Paul, who's into the subject matter of the paper. I
recieved a reciept from a yahoo e-mail address, which I thought was
slightly weird due to the fact that it's a yahoo address. Anyway, it
was legit because it had all my information which I had put into Paypal
for shipping, so I know no one's fucking with me.
Amused, I added his name to my yahoo messenger list on the off chance I might see him online and giggle about it.
So last night he's online and his webcam is running.
I and Paul thoroughly freak out and are like "we're not worthy" about
8000 times before I finally got up the guts to talk to him. The first
time, he ignored me because I told him my name and he thought I was a
guy, but the second time he asked me to turn on my cam. I had to fish
it out because I put it away since I don't use it often. He turns his
cam on and... it's unmistakeable. That's FUCKING GREG GRAFFIN!
He starts to talk to me about how he always had a thing for Wisconsin
girls, and then asks me to take off clothes, which I do rather
reluctantly since Paul's right there (I told GOD HIMSELF that Paul
wasn't home, haah) but Paul's standing there, going, "DO IT FOR
TICKETS!" and I'm like, "ooh, tickets." He's like, "Are you alone?" and
I lied and said yes, though Paul was next to me hyperventilating
because this man is his hero.
So while Greg Graffin is complimenting me on my womanly figure (this just in: Greg Graffin
likes fat chicks. Film at 11) he randomly stands up and is jerking
off--no joke, there are pictures. I'm just minorly--uh,
majorly--enjoying it because I've had a crush on this guy since summer
of 2004 and here he is, huge star, with "just [me] on his screen" and
his asking about my masturbation habits. Can we say what the fuck?
I couldn't really get horny at this point because I was just too
jittery to do anything, but he and I ended up "cumming together"
apparently and he sat down and chatted with me a few minutes longer
before going to bed. He told me to see some movie he saw, told me to
chat him up anytime he's online, and bid me goodbye.
Paul and I kind of sat there and were like, okay. This really humanizes
a person. Somehow, now, after hearing all those insightful, meaningful
songs, here we have a regular guy who jerks off on webcam like everyone
else. I asked him about his star "track record" because I'm curious,
and he said he has lots of experience but he treats every woman well,
and proceeded to tell me about how he likes eating pussy. Greg Graffin--Bad
Religion!--punk legend!!--likes to eat pussy. Somehow, I feel humbled
and happy about this. Paul said this: "My hero jerked off to my
girlfriend, but he can't have her--only I CAN!" (He was so proud,
haha.)
The most bizarro thing here is that we just saw Bad Religion play about
a month ago and Paul and I kept going, we're going to steal Greg Graffin and do things to him. We were sooo hoping he would come into the strip club, but alas, he did not.
Anyway. I have a chat log, several screen caps (what, you think I'd let
this go undocumented? Would you have believed me!?) and an e-mail from
said address from a while back.
I dropped him an e-mail this morning to say thanks and maybe some other
time. Hopefully he returns it. I'd like to chat him up again and maybe
see if I can finagle an autograph (well, another one) sometime."
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