история этого фотоWell, I wasn’t about to spend 10s or 20s of dollars on photos for people to sign. So, when I got up to the autograph table (waiting in line for which, was another hilariously ridiculous story) I informed Mr. Barton that I did not have a photo for him to sign, so he’d have to pick a body part. This was of course, right after he’d signed Jedi’s boobs. So he walked around the table and immediately came at my face with a silver Sharpie. The following exchange occurred:
AJ: *backs up* What the fuck are you doing?
Misha: Signing your forehead.
AJ: You’re not signing my forehead.
Misha: Ok.
He, again, comes at my face with the Sharpie.
AJ: *backs up, again* No, really. What are you doing?
Misha: Signing your cheek.
AJ: You’re not signing my face.
Misha: *huffs* You said I got to pick the body part, and I want to sign your face!
AJ: No. You can sign anywhere but my face.
Misha: That’s not what you said!!! Next time, be clearer!
AJ: Whatever. You’re not signing my face.
Misha: FINE. Gimme your neck, then…Tilt your head… No not that much. Wait! Straighten your neck!
AJ: Jesus Christ.