I don't like
being unhealthy so I drink protein shakes, I watch what I
eat and I go to the gym once a day to work on my
physique. I have really tight abs. I can bench 220 lbs.
and I love you. I really really do.
Who I Want to Meet:
Basically, I just want to "Meet More Asians. I want
to "Share my Photos Easily, find "Cool Fall
Clothes! "Rate My Professors and learn more about
the "Amazing X-cam. The rest of this is just an added
bonus.
i've got an uncle binky. but really
he's not related. he's one of those
uncles that is a real good friend of
your dad and you grow up thinking that
he's your uncle because your dad tells
you that he's your uncle and to call
him uncle. then when you find out that
he's not your uncle you're a bit
confused. then when you find out that
your best friend has a binky and it's
his blanket you're totally in the
dark. so my uncle may be a blanket or
he may be russian. and you binky, may
be a cowboy or you may be russian. who
will every know? i certainly won't.
i'm still trying to figure out what's
up with my aunt nancy.
Binky is ridiculous but he is
definately a grade-A cowboy. he even
attended the austin rodeo. bet you
were chilly being naked under those
chaps and all.
Binky promised he was going to buy me a
one-of-a-kind Catherine-Zeta Jones doll
in San Francisco and send it to New
York for Christmas. They have some of
the Jones dolls here in Manhattan, but
not the model that I want. I
specifically pre-ordered 23 Catherine-
Zeta Jones dolls Model 2Q-A, the ones
which have grafted actual flesh from
Catherine-Zeta Jones' breasts onto the
plastic limbs of the doll. Three days
before Christmas and what do I recieve?
A box from Binky. And in it, the Zeta-
Jones doll Model 2Q-B -- B, people --
the one with the little string that you
pull to hear her say, "Michael...?
Michael...! I wuvvvv wooo..." Needless
to say, one of my New Year's
Resolutions was to strike one name off
my Friendster list. But I'm back on the
coke so here's a testimonial instead.
Micah is a musical genius and has a hot
wife. We should all envy him in his good
fortune. Its just too bad that he has been
recently afflicted with a case of acute
paranoid pseudo-homicidal-sexual
delusional mania. I guess nobody's perfect.
Once, when we were 16, "Binky" shows up at
my house with two other guys, maybe there
were three. Anyway, it was four in the
morning and he was with "Karl" and "Feeble",
and "James" (not his bro.) So it was three other
guys. They had a bowling ball that "binky"
had stolen from the usual place and they
wanted to do something with it. I was
expecting them, mind you, they didn't just
come over spur of the moment like. In fact, I
was impressed they had all gotten up as early
as they did. Maybe it was a Sunday morning.
The funny thing is, since I knew they were
coming over, I dremt that they were in my
house roller blading on the wood floors. I
woke up and yelled, "stop rollerblading in my
house!" But, of course, they couldn't be roller
blading inside if I was still sleeping and hadn't
let them in. Instead, there was an earthquake
taking place and the walls and the floors were
groaning from it. Still, moments later, "binky"
and the crew showed up. I got my video
camera and a still camera and we left in
"Feebys" fresh old white volvo. We listened to
the news on the way to the parking structure.
We were going to throw the bowling ball off
the top of the structure to see what would
happen. On the news, we were told that the
quake had been sort of small at 4.5-5. "Binky"
and the other gents didn't feel it in their car as
they were on their way to my place. At the
structure on 2nd street "Karl" dropped "James"
and I at the bottom and then drove up to the
top with "Binks" and "Feebs." "James" had the
video camera and we stood at the end of the
alley to get a good view on the entire fall.
"Binker" "Feeb" and "KK" peaked over the top
of the very top wall eight or nine stories high
and waved. We waved back. We were near the
beach (for those of you who know where 2nd
street is in SM) and it was getting light out.
The smell of the ocean was all around and a
few birds chirped gaily. "K" dissapeared from
view and "feebs" took a step away from
"Binky." "Binks" held the ball up high and then
out over the edge. The tension was very high!
Then "the big B" let the ball go. We watched in
silence. It was awesome. That mother fucker
bounced like three stories and then when it
came down again it cracked into three pieces.
The sound was like a vibrating bomb. Once
the ball bounced "b's" "feebs" and "KKK" were
in the car screetching their way down the
ramps like a bunch maniacs. I took pictures
without actually looking through the camera.
"Jam-i-Jam" held the video camera vertically
so that he wouldn't have to follow the ball all
the way. When you watch the video, the ball
zooms across the screen horizonally so you
have to turn the TV on it's side to really watch
it. Although, I'mnot sure where the video is
now.
Last Tuesday Binky calls me up at four
in the Jesus-and-baby-Moses loving
morning, and tells me that he has a
little "problem" that he's going to
need some help with. Being the stand
up and take a little spare change
friendster that I am, I offered my
assistance, and more importantly, my
pick-up truck. It hasn't seen much use
since I bought it, admittedly, since I
can't exactly take a client to a
business lunch in an American-made car,
but it does occasional duty around the
estate; I even leave Hideki a set of
keys in case he needs to go for mulch
or other garden miscellany. I dressed
in one of my more casual suits, and met
Binky at Ship's Haberdashery around
five (I thought I might pick up another
outfit later in the morning if
possible; how prophetic), where he
looked like he'd been paid to fuck
Elizabeth Taylor just after she had an
untimely death by obesity. He thanked
me for coming, which instantly alerted
me to the fact that he was beating
around the proverbial bush. I
instructed him to cut to the God-damn
chase, and he popped the trunk of
his '74 Imperial. I won't go into too
much detail (for legal reasons) but we
can safely say that some broad told
Binky no after one shot too many at
Whiskey Creek (pronounced crick). We
took her to the (excerpted) and buried
her body a good ten feet down, with the
hotwired help of a nearby backhoe. To
cut to the end of a prosecutable tale,
I charged Binky for a new suit, gave
the soiled suit to Hideki, and still
had time to meet Neil Garriscond for a
noon lunch at Stosi's.
binky likes his ambiguity...and his
breadpudding. i delete and add him at
my own free will, but mostly because i
know he likes the excitement of the
roller coaster ride that our
friendstership creates. weeeeeeeeeeeee!
he's not related. he's one of those
uncles that is a real good friend of
your dad and you grow up thinking that
he's your uncle because your dad tells
you that he's your uncle and to call
him uncle. then when you find out that
he's not your uncle you're a bit
confused. then when you find out that
your best friend has a binky and it's
his blanket you're totally in the
dark. so my uncle may be a blanket or
he may be russian. and you binky, may
be a cowboy or you may be russian. who
will every know? i certainly won't.
i'm still trying to figure out what's
up with my aunt nancy.
definately a grade-A cowboy. he even
attended the austin rodeo. bet you
were chilly being naked under those
chaps and all.
one-of-a-kind Catherine-Zeta Jones doll
in San Francisco and send it to New
York for Christmas. They have some of
the Jones dolls here in Manhattan, but
not the model that I want. I
specifically pre-ordered 23 Catherine-
Zeta Jones dolls Model 2Q-A, the ones
which have grafted actual flesh from
Catherine-Zeta Jones' breasts onto the
plastic limbs of the doll. Three days
before Christmas and what do I recieve?
A box from Binky. And in it, the Zeta-
Jones doll Model 2Q-B -- B, people --
the one with the little string that you
pull to hear her say, "Michael...?
Michael...! I wuvvvv wooo..." Needless
to say, one of my New Year's
Resolutions was to strike one name off
my Friendster list. But I'm back on the
coke so here's a testimonial instead.
wife. We should all envy him in his good
fortune. Its just too bad that he has been
recently afflicted with a case of acute
paranoid pseudo-homicidal-sexual
delusional mania. I guess nobody's perfect.
my house with two other guys, maybe there
were three. Anyway, it was four in the
morning and he was with "Karl" and "Feeble",
and "James" (not his bro.) So it was three other
guys. They had a bowling ball that "binky"
had stolen from the usual place and they
wanted to do something with it. I was
expecting them, mind you, they didn't just
come over spur of the moment like. In fact, I
was impressed they had all gotten up as early
as they did. Maybe it was a Sunday morning.
The funny thing is, since I knew they were
coming over, I dremt that they were in my
house roller blading on the wood floors. I
woke up and yelled, "stop rollerblading in my
house!" But, of course, they couldn't be roller
blading inside if I was still sleeping and hadn't
let them in. Instead, there was an earthquake
taking place and the walls and the floors were
groaning from it. Still, moments later, "binky"
and the crew showed up. I got my video
camera and a still camera and we left in
"Feebys" fresh old white volvo. We listened to
the news on the way to the parking structure.
We were going to throw the bowling ball off
the top of the structure to see what would
happen. On the news, we were told that the
quake had been sort of small at 4.5-5. "Binky"
and the other gents didn't feel it in their car as
they were on their way to my place. At the
structure on 2nd street "Karl" dropped "James"
and I at the bottom and then drove up to the
top with "Binks" and "Feebs." "James" had the
video camera and we stood at the end of the
alley to get a good view on the entire fall.
"Binker" "Feeb" and "KK" peaked over the top
of the very top wall eight or nine stories high
and waved. We waved back. We were near the
beach (for those of you who know where 2nd
street is in SM) and it was getting light out.
The smell of the ocean was all around and a
few birds chirped gaily. "K" dissapeared from
view and "feebs" took a step away from
"Binky." "Binks" held the ball up high and then
out over the edge. The tension was very high!
Then "the big B" let the ball go. We watched in
silence. It was awesome. That mother fucker
bounced like three stories and then when it
came down again it cracked into three pieces.
The sound was like a vibrating bomb. Once
the ball bounced "b's" "feebs" and "KKK" were
in the car screetching their way down the
ramps like a bunch maniacs. I took pictures
without actually looking through the camera.
"Jam-i-Jam" held the video camera vertically
so that he wouldn't have to follow the ball all
the way. When you watch the video, the ball
zooms across the screen horizonally so you
have to turn the TV on it's side to really watch
it. Although, I'mnot sure where the video is
now.
married!
in the Jesus-and-baby-Moses loving
morning, and tells me that he has a
little "problem" that he's going to
need some help with. Being the stand
up and take a little spare change
friendster that I am, I offered my
assistance, and more importantly, my
pick-up truck. It hasn't seen much use
since I bought it, admittedly, since I
can't exactly take a client to a
business lunch in an American-made car,
but it does occasional duty around the
estate; I even leave Hideki a set of
keys in case he needs to go for mulch
or other garden miscellany. I dressed
in one of my more casual suits, and met
Binky at Ship's Haberdashery around
five (I thought I might pick up another
outfit later in the morning if
possible; how prophetic), where he
looked like he'd been paid to fuck
Elizabeth Taylor just after she had an
untimely death by obesity. He thanked
me for coming, which instantly alerted
me to the fact that he was beating
around the proverbial bush. I
instructed him to cut to the God-damn
chase, and he popped the trunk of
his '74 Imperial. I won't go into too
much detail (for legal reasons) but we
can safely say that some broad told
Binky no after one shot too many at
Whiskey Creek (pronounced crick). We
took her to the (excerpted) and buried
her body a good ten feet down, with the
hotwired help of a nearby backhoe. To
cut to the end of a prosecutable tale,
I charged Binky for a new suit, gave
the soiled suit to Hideki, and still
had time to meet Neil Garriscond for a
noon lunch at Stosi's.
breadpudding. i delete and add him at
my own free will, but mostly because i
know he likes the excitement of the
roller coaster ride that our
friendstership creates. weeeeeeeeeeeee!
this guy, but the hay intrigues me.
and shannon tells me he's wicked
funny. so dude. this guy rocks.