I think I just died inside. I'm SO gutted I wasn't there. Sickeningly jealous (but also mildly embarrassed by this fact).
Johnny Knoxville is one of my ultimate 'guilty' crushes. Is that a bad thing? I honestly don't care.
I don't even have the desire to explain why. He's just excellent/tremendous/inspirational/ridiculous/obscene/
intriguing/sensuous/absurd all at once. One could argue he's a modernday, somewhat ironic, Hero of American culture, if not the world- what more could a girl want?! <3
POST SCRIPT
I know I sound foolish, school-girly and just plain stupid. I'm not expecting you to agree. But, perhaps the reason I feel so passionately about him is because his birthday is the day after mine (or so I found from a 20second google search...).
We are SO meant to be ;)
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