I was a bar bouncer for 20 yrs workin mainly blues and
metal clubs, and I ran a liquor store and a rock music
store back in the day. I've had the pleasure
of eating breakfast with Muddy Water's to being rousted by
Henny Youngman's bodyguards. I've been stabbed & shot at,
and for shit & grins I'm an ordained minister. For the
last 13 year's I've been employed by FEMA/Dept of Homeland
Security. So all you conspiracy freaks need to come talk
to
me and I'll tell you the real truth. My friends tell me
that I'm a very blunt and
honest person, but handsome in a rugged way. I dig loud
music, crunchy guitars, and a
drummer with a groove. I miss big hair, spandex,
strippers, crackin off a needle early in the morning and
driving downhill with no brakes. I don't think of myself
as
a very sociable person, but I will talk when cornered. I
love women of all kinds. Young, old, middle aged, black,
white, pink, red, blue, and the
infamous polka dot ones, I dig em all. I'm also a breast
man of the old schools variety, but in the past few years
I've come to admire and love all breasts.But don't think
I'm an easy pushover, because I truly believe that there
are women out there that are too stupid to fuck. "dumb is
not sexy no matter how nice your rack is. Hey!! go visit
my blogsite! www.gregbeck.blogspot.com
Who I Want to Meet:
I'd love to meet Jesus just to see if he's black like I
think he is.
Got hooked on his writings- back in the
day, as he might say- when there were
in a little corner of the STR website. I
wondered what Deaht's Door could be.
Now a staple of my literary diet.
Reminds me of sittin on the porch in the
neighborhood with my dad- listening to
all his freinds weave their tales. I have
seen him in person- though never
approached, but one day intend to
shake a man's hand..
Let us recall the almost universal
belief of these centuris in an absolute
dualism of mind and matter. Mind or
soul or spirit or consciousness (all
these were confuesed together) was a
thing imposed from heaven on the bodily
matter to give it life. All the newer
religions of this era were allied about
this point. And if a soul can be
imposed on so fragile a thing as flesh
to make it live, on a hurtable carcasss
that has to have vegetable and animal
matter stuffed in one end and
stenchfully excreted at another, a sens-
pocked sinful vessel that the years
wrinkel and the winds chafe and
diseases cruelly hound, and that can be
sliced off in a trice from the soul it
holds by the same act that stabs an
onion, how much more possible for life,
divine life, to be imposed by heaven
upon a statue of unbleeding beauty with
a faultless and immaculate body of
unwrinkling marble or diseasless gold!
I met greg when working as a bouncer,
till this day I have never anyone part a
crowd like him. Although he keeps a
tough demeanor, he's quite a
compasionate , and helpfull person.
Read his blogger, and you might start to
understand, I still have much to figure out.
I remember when Greg and I first met. I
was trolling the peep & whack booths at
Erotic City and I needed a bitch.As
luck would have it, so was he. We
hooked up in a corner, but we got our
signals crossed. I thought he was gonna
be my bitch, and he thought I was gonna
be his bitch. Afterwords, we had a huge
laugh at the mishap and decided to
leave and go to Chucky Cheese to get
some pizza and scope out some hard up
MILF's. Thats where we ran into Matty.
He had the same idea and was dipping
his breasts in shimmering lip balm to
seduce these women. Damn he's good. One
could learn alot from these two.
Greg epitomizes the phrase "wrong dude
to fuck with, ever". He once saved my
life, and by that time it had become
such a commonplace occurrence to him
that he doesn't even remember it. He is
capable of both great love and shocking
carnage, and that dichotomy doesn't
even seem so unusual once you get to
know him. Cheers to Greg, I would kill
or die for this man, no questions asked.
Greg is extremely skilled in the area of
covert rack grabbing operations yet rife
with gentlemanly mannerisms and good
character. Where the fuck you been on
Mondays, punk?
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day, as he might say- when there were
in a little corner of the STR website. I
wondered what Deaht's Door could be.
Now a staple of my literary diet.
Reminds me of sittin on the porch in the
neighborhood with my dad- listening to
all his freinds weave their tales. I have
seen him in person- though never
approached, but one day intend to
shake a man's hand..
belief of these centuris in an absolute
dualism of mind and matter. Mind or
soul or spirit or consciousness (all
these were confuesed together) was a
thing imposed from heaven on the bodily
matter to give it life. All the newer
religions of this era were allied about
this point. And if a soul can be
imposed on so fragile a thing as flesh
to make it live, on a hurtable carcasss
that has to have vegetable and animal
matter stuffed in one end and
stenchfully excreted at another, a sens-
pocked sinful vessel that the years
wrinkel and the winds chafe and
diseases cruelly hound, and that can be
sliced off in a trice from the soul it
holds by the same act that stabs an
onion, how much more possible for life,
divine life, to be imposed by heaven
upon a statue of unbleeding beauty with
a faultless and immaculate body of
unwrinkling marble or diseasless gold!
till this day I have never anyone part a
crowd like him. Although he keeps a
tough demeanor, he's quite a
compasionate , and helpfull person.
Read his blogger, and you might start to
understand, I still have much to figure out.
was trolling the peep & whack booths at
Erotic City and I needed a bitch.As
luck would have it, so was he. We
hooked up in a corner, but we got our
signals crossed. I thought he was gonna
be my bitch, and he thought I was gonna
be his bitch. Afterwords, we had a huge
laugh at the mishap and decided to
leave and go to Chucky Cheese to get
some pizza and scope out some hard up
MILF's. Thats where we ran into Matty.
He had the same idea and was dipping
his breasts in shimmering lip balm to
seduce these women. Damn he's good. One
could learn alot from these two.
to fuck with, ever". He once saved my
life, and by that time it had become
such a commonplace occurrence to him
that he doesn't even remember it. He is
capable of both great love and shocking
carnage, and that dichotomy doesn't
even seem so unusual once you get to
know him. Cheers to Greg, I would kill
or die for this man, no questions asked.
covert rack grabbing operations yet rife
with gentlemanly mannerisms and good
character. Where the fuck you been on
Mondays, punk?
for my magazine DanderCroft, but I
wouldn't want to get on his bad side.