Others say Fergie stole his mantra ..."Big girls don't cry."
If he was in a Corona commercial there would be ten empty tequila bottles and a full bag of untouched limes.
This guy may be more interesting than the "most interesting guy in the world."
I heard he was the donkey in the stable when the baby Jesus was born... and was high-fived by Shrek's great-great- great grandfather.
There have been whispers in OZ that recent floods could have been averted if he had just uttered the word "no".
His fraternity brothers sneaked a picture of him naked in the shower and posted it on the internets... here it is:
Funny as this may seem... this is no joke.
Here's my story:
One misty morning I found myself rolling in a topless Jeep Wrangler in Prague being pursued by the local police. I had no cash in hand, or in my pockets.
I was lost, confusticated almost.
I felt like Matt Damon playing Jason Bourne, but much more muscular and better looking... and JayT was in the passenger seat.
I had no end-game strategy to the dilemma I was facing, and anxiety was starting to take hold of me. Shifting furiously through the gears trying to out-run the coppers and sweating like I had been dancing in a Miami nightclub for six hours, JayT turns to me and says "dude".
That's all it took... we were instantly transported to the streets of SoBe [South Beach, Miami... werd???].
I can't say I wasn't fazed by a move like that, I mean how pimp is something like that? Regardless, JayT requested that I pump some Vanilla Ice tunes, and that woke me back up to reality. Who would ask for something so ridiculous like that? <--- Apparently someone awesome because we got free pancakes and bacon that morning from some high-brow restaurant on Ocean Front Blvd, aka A1A.
We had a good laugh at that Prague $#!t... and then made some hot-dogs in my microwave.
Others have witnessed The JayT.
One final note..we drank like sailors on payday and when it was time to take him back to his hotel, mrs. blues poured both me and Jay into her truck and we took his drunk ass home. If I recall correctly, he hooked up afterwards with some of his PA work bros and continued to party til the wee wee hours. Man can out b.s. me. Out cook me. And sure as hell out drink me. Most likely out "hot me"...but I'll fo' 'sho catch more fish than him.....Jay I salute you sir!
The legend of JT continues...
One time JT came down to Miami to enjoy some soflo tomfoolery. Suddenly, a hurricane attacked us as JT was getting ready to whip up a batch of mojitos. In a flash, as the rest of us were pinned to the floor due to the cyclonic gusts, JT flew up into the sky with a bag full of fresh limes. He hoisted the limes into the air with his bear-like fists and squeezed the juice into the sky. The rain became a tart, citrusy blend of lime juice and JT's awesomeness. As he flew back to my house, the hurricane had no choice but to leave.
Then JT made some awesome hot-dogs in my microwave.
Have YOU seen JayT in action?
If the answer is YES, then you must enlighten us!