I mentioned in my Pit thread that I had pissed on Castro when I was but a wee babe back in 1958/59.
Katriona replied that she/he “yakked on Mickey Mouse” at Disneyland and expressed an interest in hearing about these Adventures In Bodily Fluids.
So here we are.
Tell us…what effluvium have you deposited on someone or something famous?
Do pictures in magazines count? 
I sweated on David Byrne, via handshake.
I think I spit a little on Dan Fogelberg when I ran my shopping cart into his at a grocery store.
Does it count if Ted Nugent spit and sweat on ME? (I was in the first row. Concert at Star Plaza. Long time ago.)
Wow. I think that’s considered almost a blow job in some circles!
We shit on celebrities every day in Cafe Society.
And a little while later, did the snow turn into rain?
I sweated profusely on Danny Elfman (and possibly drooled a little too:) ).
And if second hand stories count, the boyfriend spat, or as he puts it “gobbed” on Siouxie Siouix.
I once shook hands with Michael Stipe in the bathroom of the Antenna Club and neither of us had washed our hands.
No bodily fluids but I stepped on the back of the shoe of Dennis Miller when I was at his show and was also a green room guest (my brother worked at the same studio). I was rushing up to get near him while heading backstage and my toes landed on the back of his heel, causing both of us to trip. That was fun.
Oh, and I slung sweat onto Rhett Miller of the Old 97s. We opened for them once and he was watching us from the side of the stage. Well, basically, anyone who is within a 10 foot radius of me when I’m playing is going to get it.
I had to look it up (I wasn’t a huge fan). Very good!
I had a chance to spit on George W Bush once, but failed to do so.
She! To finish the story, we visited some relatives in LA over Christmas when I was 4 or 5, and my crazy aunt fed me a frozen chocolate something-or-other before taking me on the teacup ride. I’ve always had a “delicate” digestive system, and was a bit worse for wear. Right then, Mickey wandered up, and…blerg!
Unfortunately you don’t have to be a huge fan. The song gets played WAY to much around the holidays. It’s up there with “The Christmas Shoes” on my hate list.
My buddy Jim once hocked a big green loogie onto Gregg “The Hammer” Valentine.
I got my sweaty hands on Jesse Jackson when I was eight. David Bowie was within five feet of me once, and you can imagine the bodily fluids I imagined I was exchanging with him.
It would take all my strength to keep myself from walking up and licking him.
I breathed very heavily on Wayne Brady when I finally met him. They had to hose me down.
Singing, dancing, funny and pals around with Drew Cary? He’s close to perfect. Hell…I’d snort him.