Early this morning I dropped a girlfriend at the airport in Philadelphia and she called me from the terminal (USAir Express – those little commuter planes for short-ish trips) to tell me that none other than Fred Durst was chilling in the waiting area. He was wearing sunglasses, a t-shirt, and was carrying a big duffle bag that was just stuffed. What she noticed more than anything was how tiny he was. She remarked that “he has the smallest, little feet I have ever seen in my life.” You know what they say about small feet … small shoes.
Thanks to Kristen for sending this in.