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"I tan pretty well. I wear the appropriate atire for any
given sporting activity. I like maps. I dislike mayonaise
and..."
More about Michael Paul
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Schools (Other):
the academy of perfect excellence in caring and archery
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Occupation:
soothsayer / thermometer
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Affiliations:
Jazzed on Goofballs appreciation society, Steely Dan Air Insturmentalist officianados, the Hoop
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Hobbies and Interests:
Liverpool FC, jacuzzi jams, girls in jumpsuits, champagne classics, verde sliders, neil young, mai-tais, voyages, Saffron Burrows, island themes, makin' it, sea & sand, curly wurlys, the desert
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Favorite Books:
Tolstoy, W.G Seabald, Alessandro Barrico's 'City', stupid rock bio's, CG Jung
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Favorite Movies:
Husbands, Mike Leigh films, Straw Dogs, The Graduate, Office Space, The Celebration
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Favorite Music:
neil young, mouse on mars, steely dan, spiritualized, the kinks, ween, the blue whales, blackheart procession, tortioise, super furry animals, flaming lips, melomane, matthew herbert, jan jelenik, billy bragg, xtc, the soft machine, CSN, burnt friedman
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Favorite TV Shows:
the Office, Nude House of Wacky People, Good Hitting Police, Who Can Understand Such Devices!
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About Me:
I tan pretty well. I wear the appropriate atire for any
given sporting activity. I like maps. I dislike mayonaise
and it makes me violent. When Bad Company comes
on the
raido I want to put my head through glass and die. I get
sentimental when I smell cedar.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Bryan Ferry, David Crosby, Mia Farrow circa '68, the
bartender at the
Trubadour, Anne Carlisle circa '82,
Ally Sheedy (pre-makeover) circa '84
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There's a hole in my heart that's just your shape.
can't wait to see you again and twang your g-string.
happily ingest Daz with you and not
complain when he is forced to attend an
orgy of gays. This bitch is The Shit.
everyday that I walk down Prince and
Rivington. He jumps out and surprises
me with tales of football victories and
pirate trips to the islands. No matter
how many assholes are going to email me
that day at work, Mike starts my day
off RIGHT. Can't really ask much more
from a person, you know?
night fare, no matter the locale. No
kebab in Willesden, sandwich Grec
in Bastille, curry on Brick Lane, verde
slider in the Mesa, slice in Cool
Town, or, for that matter, Poonani in
any of the aforementioned
neighborhoods is safe when Mike
sees neon through a haze.
two about crimefighting in Brooklyn. We
went out to hit the clubs one night and
these 3 fuckin chickenheads got all up
in our grill. My man here got em all in
a headlock AT THE SAME TIME and took
care of buisness. What a man. Lesson
learned, bud.