At prep school, Tralbert could perform all the lyrics to Baby Got Back without stopping. Unfortunately, the dorm faculty didn't approve of that sort of thing. But I'll always admire him for it.
Now, I'm not a person who shrieks when
she's excited, but when Albert walks in
a room, I just can't help myself. I
scream AAAAAAAALLLLLBBBBEEEEERRRRTTTTT
and run to him -- arms flailing, tears
welling -- and throw myself at him like
he's a fucking rockstar. Because he IS
a fucking rockstar. A trash-talkin,
hot-dancin', quick-thinkin, sharp-
dressin motherfucker with the best hair
I've seen this side of ... I don't
know ... this side of somebody with
really fabulous hair.
There is nothing I can say about Albert that
doesn't make me sound like a drooling
groupie. He is my best friend and my hero.
He is brilliant. He is beautiful. He'll engage
you in thought-provoking conversations with
the potential to change your life. He'll also do
things with laundry, disposable cameras,
baseball hats and mini tape records that will
make you laugh until you lose bladder control.
Albert is the absolute best you can get. My
life would really suck without him.
A delovely one-of-a-kind guy with a
heart of gold, an upbeat uncomplicated
approach to life, and a sense of style
that transcends any and all passing
fads. I'm truly blessed to have Albert
as one of my very best friends and
cherish our frequent meals at Le Monde
et al. A big and little brother to me
who I feel will be a dear friend for
life.
Albert has the best pair of liquor
lenses in New York City! I can
probably count on one hand the
number of men in NYC he HASN'T
made out with while under the
influence! A TRUE Scorpio sistah!!!
ALL YOU BITCHES BACK OFF! He's mine.
All mine. LOL. Oh sweetie, my boo, my
Albie... so good they named a drink
after you!? I remember this one time
in New York you took me to Fashion
Week and chatted up Beck. I remember
this one time in Times Square you took
me to a strip club for my leaving do.
I remember this one time in band
camp...
Move over Cindy Smith and Liz Adams
(they're all the same)....Albert's
here. Want to know the latest
celebrity gossip before it appears in
the press, ask Albert. He is such a
Diva. They don't make 'em like him
anymore. (Albert: Now you have to be
kind to me when I'm a superstar.)
she's excited, but when Albert walks in
a room, I just can't help myself. I
scream AAAAAAAALLLLLBBBBEEEEERRRRTTTTT
and run to him -- arms flailing, tears
welling -- and throw myself at him like
he's a fucking rockstar. Because he IS
a fucking rockstar. A trash-talkin,
hot-dancin', quick-thinkin, sharp-
dressin motherfucker with the best hair
I've seen this side of ... I don't
know ... this side of somebody with
really fabulous hair.
doesn't make me sound like a drooling
groupie. He is my best friend and my hero.
He is brilliant. He is beautiful. He'll engage
you in thought-provoking conversations with
the potential to change your life. He'll also do
things with laundry, disposable cameras,
baseball hats and mini tape records that will
make you laugh until you lose bladder control.
Albert is the absolute best you can get. My
life would really suck without him.
heart of gold, an upbeat uncomplicated
approach to life, and a sense of style
that transcends any and all passing
fads. I'm truly blessed to have Albert
as one of my very best friends and
cherish our frequent meals at Le Monde
et al. A big and little brother to me
who I feel will be a dear friend for
life.
lenses in New York City! I can
probably count on one hand the
number of men in NYC he HASN'T
made out with while under the
influence! A TRUE Scorpio sistah!!!
All mine. LOL. Oh sweetie, my boo, my
Albie... so good they named a drink
after you!? I remember this one time
in New York you took me to Fashion
Week and chatted up Beck. I remember
this one time in Times Square you took
me to a strip club for my leaving do.
I remember this one time in band
camp...
(they're all the same)....Albert's
here. Want to know the latest
celebrity gossip before it appears in
the press, ask Albert. He is such a
Diva. They don't make 'em like him
anymore. (Albert: Now you have to be
kind to me when I'm a superstar.)