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"Every organ in my body existed in some form and at some
point in evolutionary history as an independent organism. ..."
More about Mike
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More About Mike
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Occupation:
Not updating www.phirman.com, that's for sure...
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Affiliations:
Hard 'n Phirm
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Hobbies and Interests:
Music, comedy, movies, photography, reading, doctoring photos, chopping wood, folding laundry
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Favorite Books:
The Last Temptation, This Other Eden, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Cosmos, The Master and Margarita, Gulliver's Travels, Where to Camp in California, the dictionary
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Favorite Movies:
Ghostbusters, 2001, Caddyshack, Airplane!, Top Secret!, Raiders of the Lost Ark, The Wall, Fear and Loathing, Brain Donors, Smokey and the Bandit, the good Matrix, Vacation, Back to the Future, and Arthouse
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Favorite Music:
Stevie Wonder, Radiohead, the JB's, Oscar Peterson, Fela Kuti, Pink Floyd, Weird Al, Brian Wilson, Black Eyed Peas, Meters, Jerry Reed, Mozart, and yeah the Beatles
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Favorite TV Shows:
South Park, The Office (UK), League of Gentlemen, Police Squad!, Que Chicas!, Family Guy, Mr. Show, and anything on Hallmark Channel that features a barn burning down
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About Me:
Every organ in my body existed in some form and at some
point in evolutionary history as an independent organism.
Together, we can't smell, but we can drive a Honda Accord.
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Who I Want to Meet:
God (please don't take this as an invitation to kill me)
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Testimonials and Comments for Mike
Mike - a man of Note
Mike - a man of Obispo
Mike - a man of Style
Mike - a man of Music
Mike - a man of Intellect
Mike - a man of Art
Mike - a great friend to eat beans with!
nice to be able to write a testimonial for
this fine young man. Michael lived
across the street from me when he was
growing up and was always so helpfull.
Occaisionally sometimes neighborhood
children would put bags of dog feces on
my porch and light them on fire. I would
smell something, look out my window
and I would always see Michael running
down the street. Later I would see him
and mention that to him and he would
always say "I saw somebody messing
around on your porch and chased them
but they were too fast!" Every weekend
he would do that, the poor dear. He
really didn't need to. Also, I understand
that Michael is getting to be quite the
good organist, his sister Cindy told me
whenever I would ask after him "Oh, he's
playing with his organ" Some day Mike
you'll have to take out that organ and
play something for us! I need to go, its
time for me to read to my cats.
and an amazing brother! If you don't
already know Michael you need to. If
you do, you know how much funnier life
is with him in it. Keep up the great work
and can't wait to see your name in lights
again!
Oh yeah, sorry about Scott, sometimes
he's a tad cranky off his meds!!! =)
friends on here. I have a little secret if
you promise not to tell. Mike's sister
Cindy and I felt bad for him because
nobody wanted to be his friend ever
since what has come to be known
as "That unfortunate Jan Brady
situation". So to try to help him out, and
to keep his sister from bugging me,
MAN that woman can nag, she and I
created 114 different profiles on
Friendster and had all of them ask Mike
to be friends. IS that ENOUGH now
CINDY?!? Will you STOP CALLING ME
AT NIGHT NOW?!?!? LEAVE ME
ALONE!!!!!! Oh yeah, Mikes a cool
guy, I would like to take this opportunity
however to apologize for teaching him
how to drive.
that because he is unable to smell.
Mike has the ability transform
Radiohead into squaredance music...and
that's pretty impressive. Mike is an
integral part of the carbon cycle. I
wanna be like Mike.
Mike is a figment of our collective imagination.
Have you noticed that whenever you go out with
Mike, no one notices or talks to him. Or, have you
noticed that it is impossible to bump into Mike? I
think the thing that made me officially realize he
doesn't exist is that he has no sense of smell! How
could someone who exists NOT smell anything?
Especially when around me, cuz I stink. Reeeal bad.
Oh yeah, Mike's a great friend bla bla bla.
from Tucson to Atlanta. It was
disgusting and I completely regret it.
Had we met in different circumstances
we would probably be pretty good
friends. I hope his mom doesn't read
this! (cause I finger-banged her too)
(also disgusting)
plane going to Maryland. Mike turned
to me and said, "doesn't that woman in
the front row look kind of like Paula
Poundstone?" And the thing is- she
did! Yah, Mike and I have had some
wild times.