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"Won't yell, not too dumb, good hygine, no noticable tics, a friend to the animal/small child kingdom."
More about Jack
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Schools (Other):
University of Massachusetts, Amherst
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Occupation:
Editor/Writer for some websites or some shit
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Affiliations:
413 to tha death
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Hobbies and Interests:
staring, headrushes, keening, amphetamines, Red Sox, sylvia saint, the grip, heineken, shoving people, vaginas, incoherent public transit enthusiasts
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Favorite Books:
Burgess, DH Lawrence, Hammett, Chandler Camus, Plath, DSM IV, Two Minute Warning, Han Solo Triliogy
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Favorite Movies:
Necromantic, Meatballs 3, Bloodshack, Bones Brigade, Black Samurai, Mean Streets
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Favorite Music:
High On Fire, Drunks With Guns, Belle and Sebastien, Clientele, Mr. Move, Stooges, MF Doom, Monsta Island Czars, Blowfly, ODB, My Bloody Valentine, Stones, ACDC, G. A. Hippie Soloists, Bobby D, Elvish Presley, Hendrix, 2Real
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Favorite TV Shows:
Chapelle's Show, Ali G, Barney Miller, Bizarre, the Fox show with the guy that had no nose, Ask The Manager, Movie Loft
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Zodiac Sign:
Pisces
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About Me:
Won't yell, not too dumb, good hygine, no noticable tics, a friend to the animal/small child kingdom.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Girls who like poorly recorded music, talking with old people and running around.
"Activity Partners" that are hot.
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studied with Doc Johnson - but I
don't think it was under him... Hey,
Jeff, can you get me a discount?
beat-down generation XXX. Will Hulk
Smash on provocation. Means more to new
england than nomah and tom brady combined.
whatever. we're going to do a somerville bar
crawl and talk about puke some more. weee.
ps. j'eff needs a new job so he can hang out
more.
seminary and then you realize he's more
a like a priest who has just LEFT the
seminary...I guess that goes a long way
in describing his rock-star-like apeal
to 'the ladies' and young acolytes from
Maine to other southwestern parts of
the Nation. Master Control Programs
beware...
guy thinks he's funny which makes him
hilarious. His resume at this point
better have "wearing insane outfits and
yelling at strangers" - wait, it does.
I'd pretty much let this guy get away
with anything - wait, I have. What the
fuck, dude? Seriously.
selling boot-leg Dylan tapes out of
the back of a rusted out El Camino in
a small-arms bazaar in Karachi, my
life has not been the same since. A
skilled musical craftsman, this guy is
most likely the lovechild of Belle and
Sebastian with an All-Girl Japanese
Punk Band standing in. As one of the
funnier bastards I've met in life, it
always pays when our paths cross. Un
is the fuckin' man.
complicated to put into words.
he took me in off the streets of
amherst once. i got cookies and a
clean pair of pants. i hold him at
least partially responsible for who i
am today. he's got a heart of golden
anniversary.
will make everyone laugh and not even
have to try, because jokes live inside of his
skin and they creep out of his pores when
you're not looking. You may even snort.
Watch out. Ladies, beware. He's got the
charm, it's true.
and told me he'd take me away from "all this."
The next morning when I woke up, my tv was
missing along with all my underwear and a
feather boa.