More About Liz
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Occupation:
President and CEO of the Hair Club for Women
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Affiliations:
deep issues dance troupe, Randy and Rhonda Karoke Internationale, the wet nurses, My Niece Denise
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Hobbies and Interests:
botox, misspelled graffitti, asparagus pee, eating out, the Daughters of the American Revolution, domestic and wild animals, eating cucumbers, peeing in the shower, wearing a fake mustache, regional accents, my hot ladyfriend, making out with my hot ladyfriend
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Favorite Books:
Thus Spake Zarathustra, pamphlets from all national zoos, work of Daniel Clowes
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Favorite Movies:
jill sucks, morning coffee, madchen in uniform, the cat who knew too much
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Favorite Music:
My Niece Denise, SHOPPING!, Boombox, the Pay Toilets, the Dirty Faces, Devil Music Ensemble, hudson shad, the nasty particulars, cement bunnies, indickate, catholic milk, vroom vroom daddy's gone, 2 live crew
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Favorite TV Shows:
any reality program that lingers over tarted-up sluts in bathing suits, merry maids commercials (hot), tests of the emergency broadcast system
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Zodiac Sign:
Taurus
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About Me:
old man chic.
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Who I Want to Meet:
meat
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Testimonials and Comments for Liz
*complete adoration*
jack yinz up -- werd
mine, mine, mine!
who wants cake (in places)?
now, go get the pumpkins.
lizhumangirl's short hair. CYCLOPS
think all humans should have short
hair like lizhumangirl so CYCLOPS
not choke on hairball when eat
human.
PAAAHHHFLOOOOGAARRRHHHH!!!
we meet? Hope you two are well!
my brother back in Buffalo during the early-late-mid
'90s (don't ask) there was that one time when the
furnace in the house called for a work stoppage,
complaining that the house was "too big" and deprived
of much needed southern exposure. Vents
spontaneously closed, pilots lights blinked out, and
ducts disengaged from the main belly of the furnace.
Liz ignored these grievances, insisting that a furnace
was not entitled to the same rights, liberties and
protections of a human laborer. Cold air whistled
through the big house, teeth chattered, knees knocked.
Mark, god love him, was determined to resolve the
furnace situation through diplomatic means. He called in
a "gas man" with his flame and delicate instruments,
agreed to close off certain unused rooms in the
sprawling victorian home, covered windows with
plastic, blankets, sheets of plywood. All of this was to
no avail. I gotta credit Liz. SHE was the one who
eventually got out and pushed. Literally. Shoving the
entire house 75 feet south, out of the shade of nearby
trees, and rotating it -- by sheer physical brute force
mind you -- 90 degrees clockwise until the front room
was bathed in sunlight. By February the furnace
decided to kick on. Rooms were soon opened up,
windows uncovered, and eventually they all moved
out of state.