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Some Creep-O Just Offered Justine Kish $15K for Her Poopy Shorts

Some dude wants to put up her soiled drawers in his man cave. Which is gross.
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Justine Kish got the shit choked out of her during UFC Fight Night 112—quite literally. Kish's opponent, Felice Herrig, had her in a rear-naked choke so tight, it could have locked down Ft. Knox. The only way Kish could deal with it was by making herself lighter, more spry. Am I beating around the bush too much here? She shat herself. In the ring.

Well, many people took notice of the simultaneously embarrassing and yet impressive (just think of how far she went, biologically, without submitting) feat—including UFC president Dana White, who allegedly offered Kish a discretionary (excretionary?) bonus, despite her subsequent loss by unanimous decision. But one person took notice of the situation and took it in the worst direction possible: some creep-o allegedly offered Kish $15,000 for her shit-stained drawers so that he could put them up in his man cave.

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Kish provided Australia's Submission Radio with the details:

"The most lucrative offer I've got is someone messaged me and said, 'hey, we would love to pay'—because I didn't get my winnings. I would say I returned back with half of what I would have liked to have had—and so the most lucrative was, 'hey, I would like to buy whatever kind of winnings you lost, I would like to buy your shorts for that same amount to hang them up and blah, blah blah in my man cave.'

"I was like, this is disgusting. There are some really disgusting people out there," Kish said. "And so they offered me $15,000 for my shorts.

"Some man that wanted a man cave with my shorts—he has like a UFC (shrine). He gave me his name, his email address, all these things. I really don't want to give too much details, but that has been the most lucrative offer and I'm not gonna… I mean, why?" she explained. "People are saying, 'send them over, just go do it.' I'm like, 'oh, alright. Well I'll give him my information, but I don't see how this is actually real.'"

Listen, I'm all about letting your freak flag fly. There are too many oppressive forces out there telling you who you should or shouldn't be. But once you involve someone else—and their excrement-stained shorts—that's when you've crosses the line. That's some freaky fetish—even if it's via a UFC obsession—that you should probably keep to yourself.

Can you blame Kish from being tempted to turn this lemon curd into lemonade? Not really. But you've got to respect her for going about this whole thing with a good sense of humor:

That's the good shit right there.