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"I am a full on karate man. I think about it all the time. Currently, I am
working towards my 9th degree black belt. I am..."
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More About Blake
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College/University:
University of Southern California, Attended - , Class of , Other
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Occupation:
student
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Hobbies and Interests:
Karate
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Favorite Books:
Ninja Star Death Volume 3
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Favorite Movies:
Karate Kid, Karate Kid 2
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Favorite Music:
You're the Best Around
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Favorite TV Shows:
The Karate Festival Live on News Cast 12
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About Me:
I am a full on karate man. I think about it all the time. Currently, I am
working towards my 9th degree black belt. I am also taking some
time on sabatical to work on my newest deadly move, The Swan
Kick.
I will no longer be on Friendster. Friendster has gone off the deep end of complete suckery. Telling people when you look at their profiles? I'm not down. Get a life friendster, and then email me.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Sparring partners (Brown belt or higher please)
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Testimonials and Comments for Blake
exploding heads since Pop Rocks and
soda. And you can quote me on that. As
long as you give credit. Seriously, I
got screwed over on that once and I
won't be burned again. Anyway, Blake.
Yeah.
realize, and still no pants. Contrary
to your suspicions, I DID get them
cleaned. But I just figured that since
you got a dog and all, you wouldnt be
needing pants any more. So I went
ahead and donated them to a white
supremacy organization in your name. I
figured that's what you'd have wanted.
But I can't hold a grudge. He's that
damn charming.
put it on my thingy and am now posing as
you. In life. Like in situations in real
life when people introduce themselves to
me. People introduce themselves to me
and I say, "Nice to meet you, I am
Blake." That's just the thing. Ever
since I've assumed your identity people
have just been more than eager to get to
know me. Either I (you) am (are) such an
enthralling guy or they're just milking
the connection to J.D. Roth. Either way,
man, I'm scoring the digits (I cut off
their fingers... shhhhhhhhh).
something bold, smooth, and
refreshing, something the ladies
like...just like a bottle of COLT .45!
that was. Not only did he kick my ass he
pinched it afterwards!
just wants you to think that so you
won't kick his ass. Not that you
could though, because he knows Judo.
to your dog! You know what I want! Bitch!
Robotussin (sp?) Anyhow, three hours
into it, Blake transformed into a giant
alien praying mantis, destroyed our
living room and removed my third eye
with his long green tentactles.
Needless to say I won't be taking
Robotussin (sp?) with this guy any
longer.