Anyway, so the guy who was so spiritually affected by The Passion of the Christ is now hightailing it to Gainesville to tag a piece of ass he met in an airport bar. And he's having his ghettotastic hootchie skanky Jersey girl sleaze of a sister drive him. Yes, Creed is making his sister drive him to the Gainesville Denny's for a booty call.
All appropriate disclaimers apply, very well may not be true (yeah, right), blah-blah-blah-oh-my-god-go-read-it!
EDIT: Almost as funny as the Scott Stapp taking it in the pants part is the Project Mayhem-like zeal with which these college kids decided, en masse, to utterly humiliate this celebrity they hated. Like this was their guerilla warfare attack upon The Fucking Man and His Shitty-Ass Music. And they can fund their next ambush (fairly warned be ye, Rob Thomas) by selling Stapp's Klonopin stash.