Saturday, January 03, 2004

R&M: You're actually clinically insane, aren't you.

JT: Unh! No, I just want to feel the love, grinding our bodies until the sun shines where the sun don't shine. Hee-hee.

It was at this point that Timberlake began humping my leg. I left the hotel shortly afterwards, partially because I was in a confused daze, and partially because I really needed to change my pants. That would be the last time I had any contact with the mop-haired funk confection; however, a couple of days later a publicist phoned me to apologise.

--Ben Werdmueller

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