Christopher Ashton Kutcher is from Iowa.
So am I.
He was discovered at a bar called The Airliner. I discovered that The Airliner has nice booths. My butt might have sat where his butt has sat, we don’t know. If so, it’s like our butts are two degrees from kissing. Right?
Note To Self: Figure out how Six Degrees of Separation works.
Home, School, and Bar Scene of Ashton and Megs
One time, long ago, when elections were normal, he was in town for a rally. I was in undergrad and felt pretty bummed because I had an evening class that day. I wanted to see the candidate, but I was also sort of curious about Ashton. I’d never thought he was particularly handsome before. His loud antics on Punk’d were a turn off, and he just wasn’t my type of feller.* Which is fine and dandy. His poster hung on thousands…
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