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Nate thinks that he was the first guy
to spell his name with an 8, which is
total fucking nonsense. I've met
household appliances who's ancestors
were doing that shit back in the
Paleolithic era. That's really just
the tip of Nate's iceberg of flaws
though. While in line to see
Blackalicious and Talib Kwali he
adamently argued that Led Zepplin was
the worst band in the history of
music. Nate does have redeeming
qualities though; he taught me how to
get loads friends and strangers to not
only touch my penis, but to do so
eagerly. For that, Nate, I thank you
from the bottom of my shaft.
Nate loves everything about you and
everyone else, loves all music
(including the worst) and loves playing
it for you (for hours), and loves (I
would assume) being loved by me and
everyone whom he encounters. He
probably even loves the word love and
loves how ridiculously often I've used it.
Nate is a risktaker, at least when it
comes to climbing and descending frozen
waterfalls, and subsequently falling off
them.
And Nate used to bang on the walls when
we were being too loud while he was
trying to sleep (at 9 p.m.), and we
would just laugh and laugh...
Neight once convinced me that I should
eat ice cream with my hands. And he
joined me. In retrospect, it had
little impact on my life. But if I
would have kept doing it, it could have
been pretty big.
One time, "Neight" was getting all
these prank phone calls from some kids
who were having a party, so we traced
them and went to the party.
The "party" was actually a garageful of
teenagers that it turns out we knew
from high school and they were smoking
cigarettes and whining. They all went
inside and locked us out so that we
were stuck in the garage. We stole
their lawnmowing shoes. Years later, I
found the VHS tape of this event, and
Matt and I watched it. It was neither
funny NOR interesting. It's one of
those grey areas in a fellas' life.
Nate... come visit me in Phoenix on
Haloween. I can't promise a good time,
but I can promise a Neil Hamburger show.
to spell his name with an 8, which is
total fucking nonsense. I've met
household appliances who's ancestors
were doing that shit back in the
Paleolithic era. That's really just
the tip of Nate's iceberg of flaws
though. While in line to see
Blackalicious and Talib Kwali he
adamently argued that Led Zepplin was
the worst band in the history of
music. Nate does have redeeming
qualities though; he taught me how to
get loads friends and strangers to not
only touch my penis, but to do so
eagerly. For that, Nate, I thank you
from the bottom of my shaft.
when i had the flu and then i got
better. Healer, this one. healer.
everyone else, loves all music
(including the worst) and loves playing
it for you (for hours), and loves (I
would assume) being loved by me and
everyone whom he encounters. He
probably even loves the word love and
loves how ridiculously often I've used it.
Nate is a risktaker, at least when it
comes to climbing and descending frozen
waterfalls, and subsequently falling off
them.
And Nate used to bang on the walls when
we were being too loud while he was
trying to sleep (at 9 p.m.), and we
would just laugh and laugh...
and mac computers and all sorts of other
awesome stuff!
he's really nice and fun, AND he was in
the coolest high school band ever.
for the performance of my favorite
Wayan as "Snail".
eat ice cream with my hands. And he
joined me. In retrospect, it had
little impact on my life. But if I
would have kept doing it, it could have
been pretty big.
these prank phone calls from some kids
who were having a party, so we traced
them and went to the party.
The "party" was actually a garageful of
teenagers that it turns out we knew
from high school and they were smoking
cigarettes and whining. They all went
inside and locked us out so that we
were stuck in the garage. We stole
their lawnmowing shoes. Years later, I
found the VHS tape of this event, and
Matt and I watched it. It was neither
funny NOR interesting. It's one of
those grey areas in a fellas' life.
Nate... come visit me in Phoenix on
Haloween. I can't promise a good time,
but I can promise a Neil Hamburger show.
Isis & Lightning Bolt.