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Apple Cheeks
Apple Cheeks's Friends
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Interested In:
Friends
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Member Since:
Aug 2003
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Hometown:
Ronkonkama, NY
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Apple Cheeks's URL:
http://profiles.friendster.com/1559858
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Occupation:
the reason your movie is out of focus
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What I enjoy doing:
10 hours of uninterrupted sleep.
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Favorite Books:
The Stinky Cheese Man; and Other Fairly Stupid Tales, The Color Kittens, Me Talk Pretty One Day, the entire Harry Potter series, the drunken ramblings of Bridget Jones, The Illustrated Man, and All Quiet on the Western Front.
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Favorite Movies:
Punch Drunk Love, Amelie, A Life Less Ordianry, Chasing Amy, Very Bad Things, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Bridget Jones' Diary, Alice in Wonderland, Pirates of the Caribbean, Slackers, MST3K: the movie, and Billy Madison
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Favorite Music:
Taking Back Sunday, Sinatra, weezer, RBF, any and all Motown, bad pop punk, and rock ballads with string arrangements.
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Favorite TV Shows:
Degrassi Jr. High...the new shit.
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About Me:
Trust me. You'll love me. I penetrate the very soul of
almost all whom I come into contact with. I'm the one
dying in the picture.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Anyone without a grill...those things are so fucking
gross.
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please start liking better music.
girl = tara lee
that is all
dream she had where she had a baby and
named it Mary. I think that was her way
of seeing if it was okay with me if she
named her baby after me. I'm cool wi-
dat. Tara also brought a great phrase
into circulation at my work. It has to
do with micturating in someone's holy
place. Tara gets two thumbs up from me!
about talking to a 5 foot tall alien,
however, i believe in giving everyone
(or thing) a fair chance at being a
friend. my feelings would be
described best by a lyrical sample
from a song of this new
millenium.. "Arials... in the
sky....". That is all. Vote for Tara!
on a desert highway in an audi tt
convertible.
sean: so, you whoooore, now that we
robbed First National, we're set for
life. you can open you butcher shop
and carry on the family business, and
i...well i can finally move into
politics. our troubles are over, and
we have our whole futures ahead of us.
so with all that in mind...where to
now?
tara: let's go home sean. let's go
home.
scene end. cue sunset. fade to black.
my mind often screams "Wait up!", but
my pants say slow doooown, invariably.
No.
A young lady with large eyes and small
hands, T.C.C. (as no one calls her) is
nothing if not wildly
disproportionate. Her smile, kind of
small. Her hands, also small. Her
chest, fricking huge. Her intolerance,
small. Her sense of style, sass, and
smell, freakishly large.
Do yourself the favor of
befriendstering her immediately.