I met this girl
at Electric Stick tonight. She was one of my friend’s friends. William Shatner was somehow brought up in the couple of people [including her] around me, and I felt the need to mention my pure hatred for him.
This guy to my right said,
“Yeah, well…she…hates Adam West.” And he pointed to her.
He pretty much used a shun-finger, if those do indeed exist.
I looked at her obviously CONFUSED.
“What? How do you hate Adam West?”
She shook her head and clenched her fist.
” I love Batman. I Love love love Batman, okay?”
“Okay.”
“I went to go meet him and get his autograph a while back and I brought my favorite Batman comic book for him to sign. I waited in line for an hour and a half to get his autograph. When I got up there to see the old bitch, he looked at me and said ‘That’s $35.’ I told him that I just wanted him to sign my Batman comic book and he refused, saying that he didn’t know if it was Authentic so he couldn’t sign it. Like you seriously won’t sign this? Adam West was my hero. Now I hate him.”
I thought about it.
“Wow. You know, I understand that now. If Harrison Ford did that shit to me while I was holding both a whip and a blaster for him to sign, I’d be upset. If they were real instead of toys, I’d probably double murder his ass…right there…with one in each hand.”
The power of nerds can get to a pretty scary level.

