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      • Avtar
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      • seri seri bo beri bannana fanna fo feri me mi
        mo meri, SERI!!!!
      • Joanne
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      • My big cous Seri. He is just the
        coolest, most down-to-earth person you
        will meet. We were really close when we
        were young and he helped mold me into
        the person that I am today. Though we
        aren't as close as we should be, I will
        always love and appreciate him. He is
        truly a catch for any girl.
      • kirk
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      • seri's got more game than a hustler, can dance
        better than any white man, and is quite a bit
        smarter than your average bear (i've never
        once caught him ransacking cars in a national
        park, for example). plus he's a good man in a
        storm, whatever that means. he wouldn't
        know good sushi if it jumped out and bit him,
        which good sushi never would, but he's better
        in vegas, and that's all that really matters.
        what? did any of that make sense?
      • Linda
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      • I've known Seri for a decade - back in
        the day when he had these really cool
        long dreads and pushed caffeine for a
        living. Now he's traded in his dreads
        for fancy business suits, is super
        successful and can apparently cook up a
        mean artichoke lasagna.
      • Jim
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      • It was back in the spring of '94, raining like
        fuck. Taxi Driver kind of rain. I was working
        for the Libyans back then, doing the stuff
        they didn't want to get their hands dirty with.
        Typing, unjamming the copier, mail runs. So
        I'm in the Post Office, dripping, its ungodly
        hot and someone smells, I swear to Christ,
        like a wet dog burrito. I'm also not in the
        same time zone as the front of the line. I
        look up and there is Seri, of course he
        wasn't Seri yet, he was the "How the fuck is
        he dryer than a $20 martini with no coat or
        umbrella guy?" He walks over, not a word,
        takes my packages and strolls to the front of
        the line. Some wall-eyed fucker bitches but
        Seri flashes that apex predator grin and
        says, "We won't be long." Before I know it
        he's called an ambulance for my "condition"
        sent two dozen oversized, properly weighed
        and posted envelopes to North Africa,
        bought a roll of stamps and we've slipped
        out the side door in the confusion. So of
        couse we have to go get tacos, cause they
        don't expect me back at work for an hour,
        easy.

        Fucker still doesn't own a raincoat, and I still
        don't know how he does it.
      • ben
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      • first time i met seri was on the job.
        he had come recommended as a
        demolitions guy and the safe was to be
        a bastard, so we brought in this guy on
        jono's say-so.
        we get to the place, we get in the
        room, seri takes one goddamn look at
        the safe, and says the words "just for
        fun." only thing he said all night.
        he pockets the explosive and puts on
        the blackest gloves i've ever seen.
        takes out a little stethescope and in
        thirty seconds cracked the sucker like
        a natural born jugger. we were laughing
        our way out the door and seri says
        again, "just for fun."
        he dashes in and back out and as we're
        driving away the place blows up. just
        for goddamn fun. seri is the slickest,
        smoothest cunt this side of barely
        legal magazine.
      • Jono
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      • I met Seri in Taipei. I was stealing a
        car and he was banging some chick in
        the back seat. By the time he noticed,
        I had finished my errand and was
        running out of the building with a
        briefcase full of saphires. My boy
        doesn't skip a beat: he has the car
        running, throws open a door for me,
        shoves her out the other door, waves
        an "I'll call you!" and had us at the
        docks inside of ten minutes. We've
        been working together ever since.
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