
Jordan warms up his wrist for the estimated 1's of 10's of people that he thinks are just dying to see him, because Lord knows this boy hasn't signed an

Now, all he has to do is sit and wait for the store manager to unlock the front doors for his excited fans and he will totally be back on top. What? The store is open 24 hours and the doors are always unlocked. Oh...sheesh...that's rough. BTW, is that his bodyguard in the brown stripes...or is it someone from loss prevention there to keep him from stealing toilet paper, but dressed as a regular customer so that Jordan never notices that someone is watching him?
Finally, someone recognizes him, and by the looks of her 100% denim ensemble, lace scrunchie, black roots, and country fried hair, I have a feeling she is still playing NKOTB in the tape deck of her Camaro. I am sure she is sporting some Keds and totally carrying a Liz Claiborne bag.
Of course, the day would not be complete without a visit from Jordan's biggest fan. That's right, I said it...his BIGGEST fan. And you can say..."Charlie you are going to hell for that one", but honey...the joke's on you...I am already going to hell for being a fag. But like I have said before, I will not be going to hell before the inventor of this doll. This concludes the Jordan Knight Wal-Mart tour. I wonder what is going through his mind after doing this? To have fallen so far...it's a shame. On the bright side, at least we can estimate that he at least sold two CD's that day, which isn't really a bright side when you consider that William Hung sold like 26 copies of his album. Jordan gets a "Poor Eve" from me.
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