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Stand back, guys (I'm such a joker!)
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"I'm a fun guy who likes large-caliber weapons and media attention."
More about Budd
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More About Budd
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Occupation:
Pennsylvania State Treasurer
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Affiliations:
Computer Technology Affiliates (completely legit, I swear)
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Hobbies and Interests:
Press conferences, hollow-point ammunition, manila envelopes, bribes, kickbacks, live T.V.
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Favorite Books:
Anything by Ernest Hemingway, Romeo and Juliet (so sad)
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Favorite Movies:
The Virgin Suicides, The Shawshank Redemption
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Favorite Music:
"Hey Man, Nice Shot" by Filter, "Budd" by Rapeman, anything by Nirvana (Kurt Cobain ROCKS!)
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Favorite TV Shows:
Survivor, I Love The 80's, Trigger Happy T.V.
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About Me:
I'm a fun guy who likes large-caliber weapons and media attention.
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Testimonials and Comments for Budd
How quickly they all forget.
I bet that when you were ten years old, you'd
never expect your life to turn out how it did. It's
alright, Budd, these things happen to each and
every one of us. It's okay.
I respect you because you weren't content to sit
by and let life treat you as its submissive. You
believed in something. Most don't. You believed
that life had meaning. Too many of us are
content to piss away the opportunities for 2.5
children and a wife that is just happy to cook and
let you fuck her.
Thank you, Budd, for showing that some people
still believe in timelessness. I'm sorry for your
losses. You believed in something, and I'll
respect that eternally.
Saturday is the eighteenth anniversary. Eighteen
years of notoriety. Eighteen years of refusing to
pander to life's expectations, and instead saying
that you're in control of your own fate.
Congratulations.
I'm giddy to say that the countdown is on until
your big day. In five short days, it'll be eighteen
long years. Hey, how big is that, huh? Hurrah.
Best of luck on you're eighteenth anniversay.
this Christmas, let me wish you and
yours a very warm and happy holiday,
and I want you to know, if you need any
help, you know, fiscally, I'd love to help
you out, but I can't. I'm sure you'll figure
something out. You know, eh? (Nudge,
wink). I'm sure whatever you do, it'll be
legal above all else.
Furthermore, with New Years on the
horizon, I think we should all find some
way to celebrate the passing of 2004.
But it needs to be something big.
Something... with a bang. Any ideas?
Let me know, and we'll figure something
out. Hang in there, Budd. Things'll get
better.
asked me out on a date...he's normally
kind of a shy person but he wasn't shy
about askin' at all...so i figured i
wouldn't be too shy about turnin' him
down.....two weeks later he asked me
again and i thought "what the hell, i'll go
it won't be that bad"....i was
wrong....Budd's a sweet man but when
it comes to dancin' he's not so good....it
looked like someone put a banana in
his pants and turned a rabid monkey
loose....i'd never been so embarrassed
in all my life....needless to say we never
went out again....sometimes i sleep at
night and some of those sometimes i
dream of Budd Dwyer and i wake up
real thoughtful in the mornin' and i
think "what might have been,
Budd.....what might have been?"