Maris taught me a valuable lesson about
reading books by their covers. You see,
I didn't like Maris from the moment I
met her, couldn't stand her, didn't want
to know her, couldn't see what
everyone's attraction to her was. Then I
talked to her, and 5 minutes into the
conversation, I figured it out. Maris
wrote the book on cool, more than the
book really, also the script, the
screenplay, biography, and the who's
who. She's undoubtedly one of the
smartest people I've ever met, can hold
her own in a conversation about
anything, always has great ways to back
up her opinions, and always respects the
opinions of others. In short Maris has
always been a great friend (although
she's never kicked my mother in the
teeth- which I think Turtle may have
turned into a pre-req for Maris
friendship) and I feel fortunate to have
her in my life.
Kazakhstan! Nepal! Dijbouti! Did you
booty? Dijbouti!
Hell yeah. The fun Maris and I used to
have playing our geographical drinking
game. No one at the time nor since has
quite been able to grasp how we could
elicit such pleasure from toasting to
countries, capitals, mountain ranges
and the like. The answer is pretty
simple, really. We like to drink.
It is seven o'clock in the morning. I
am either extrodinarily drunk or
caffinated. i have exhausted an
unlimitless supply of conversation
topics and have had about six hundred
soul bearing moments. i have obviously
been hanging out with maris. she is my
female partner in crime, my eternal
support, and the one person who kicks
my ass. she is loyal, intelligent,
silly as hell, doesn't like anyone
except the people she loves, and who i
want to be when i grow up...what do
you think ms. case?...heartfelt enough?
Keen of eye and strikingly red of hair,
Manhattan Maris is not one to be trifled with.
The view you see in the picture provided is
from Wonton Jon's viewpoint, when he
forgot to properly clean and oil her Baretta. I
pity the fool that gets strangled by this fiery
broad. I also pity the fool that doesn't have
the chance to eat at freebirds with this babe-
a-licious burrito eater.
She's also a drunk, and a mean one, so I
hope you like punishment. I do.
reading books by their covers. You see,
I didn't like Maris from the moment I
met her, couldn't stand her, didn't want
to know her, couldn't see what
everyone's attraction to her was. Then I
talked to her, and 5 minutes into the
conversation, I figured it out. Maris
wrote the book on cool, more than the
book really, also the script, the
screenplay, biography, and the who's
who. She's undoubtedly one of the
smartest people I've ever met, can hold
her own in a conversation about
anything, always has great ways to back
up her opinions, and always respects the
opinions of others. In short Maris has
always been a great friend (although
she's never kicked my mother in the
teeth- which I think Turtle may have
turned into a pre-req for Maris
friendship) and I feel fortunate to have
her in my life.
booty? Dijbouti!
Hell yeah. The fun Maris and I used to
have playing our geographical drinking
game. No one at the time nor since has
quite been able to grasp how we could
elicit such pleasure from toasting to
countries, capitals, mountain ranges
and the like. The answer is pretty
simple, really. We like to drink.
Two words:
"The Realness"
And I don't mean that lightly.
am either extrodinarily drunk or
caffinated. i have exhausted an
unlimitless supply of conversation
topics and have had about six hundred
soul bearing moments. i have obviously
been hanging out with maris. she is my
female partner in crime, my eternal
support, and the one person who kicks
my ass. she is loyal, intelligent,
silly as hell, doesn't like anyone
except the people she loves, and who i
want to be when i grow up...what do
you think ms. case?...heartfelt enough?
Manhattan Maris is not one to be trifled with.
The view you see in the picture provided is
from Wonton Jon's viewpoint, when he
forgot to properly clean and oil her Baretta. I
pity the fool that gets strangled by this fiery
broad. I also pity the fool that doesn't have
the chance to eat at freebirds with this babe-
a-licious burrito eater.
She's also a drunk, and a mean one, so I
hope you like punishment. I do.