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"One time I sprained my ankle re-creating the running up the
steps scene from Rocky. I can eat a lot. For a while, I..."
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More About Eric
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Occupation:
Comedian
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Hobbies and Interests:
Things, Stuff, Taco Bell, Baseball, Movies, Other things, Other stuff
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Favorite Books:
Me Talk Pretty One Day, Andy Kaufman Revealed, Without Feathers.
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Favorite Movies:
Empire Strikes Back, Donnie Darko, Godfather, Waiting For Guffman, Wet Hot American Summer.
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Favorite Music:
Modest Mouse, Seam, Wedding Present, Cursive, Journey, Hall-n-Oats, Destiny's Child, etc.
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Favorite TV Shows:
Mr. Show, Kids in the Hall, Simpsons, Adult Swim, Baseball Tonight.
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About Me:
One time I sprained my ankle re-creating the running up the
steps scene from Rocky. I can eat a lot. For a while, I
thought the lyrics to Aerosmith's "Dream On" went: "sing
WOMEN sing, for the year...",I know that's wrong now. I
hate barbecue sauce.
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Who I Want to Meet:
You.
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Testimonials and Comments for Eric
marriages. Eric and I know this all too
well...god bless
thoughts so little words remaining.
Alright a testimonial worth writng.
Eric and I started on stage, before
the standup and hibbity hoo. He stole
so many wonderful characters from me
that I've become a automechanic and
he's become me. I still have my
height, but that's about it. Eric is a
great friend and as you're sure to
find out friend had no meaning til you
met Eric. Under the excitable skin
he's all warmth. Past the haze of his
smoke is a smile that makes you just
want to smile with him. Past the brilo
pad hair is a brain with the contents
of genius. I love Eric like a brother,
luckily this brother lives downtown
and I live in the subburbs so we
rarely see each other. As they say
absence makes the heart grow fonder.
You'll always be a friend to me, and
know that people will always see you
in thier hearts and minds. As well as
their pockets when they're buying you
a beer, or you're sleeping on their
together, I think we'd be "those kids"
who sat around listening to indie rock
shunning things. Or, I'd shun things
and Eric would call me a negative
misanthrope. And I'd get PISSED and
quote The Cure, and then we wouldn't
speak for at LEAST 2 days and then we'd
bump into eachother by our lockers and
make furtive eye contact and he'd say
"hey, 'sup?" and I'd say "Nothin'" and
he'd say "You hear the new Teenage
Fanclub?" and I'd say "No.." and he'd
say, "Wanna come over after school and
listen to it? Or whatever?" and I'd be
like "sure". And then we'd be friends
again.
AND DON'T FORGET IT.
Eric. Like, there was this one time in
the 2nd grade when my mom packed me
raisins for lunch, and I really, really
hated raisins. Being typical 8-year
olds, nobody would trade snacks with me
but Eric. He gave me his Shark Bites.
He's always been very thoughtful like
that. I think I can finally admit, now
that we're in our 20's, that it was
Eric who spiked the punch at the 8th
grade Spring Fling. Mrs. Reilly
secretly suspected him, but we kept our
poker faces on. What a card! It was
times like this that proved our
friendship, and I hope there are many
just as good years to come.
through your hair do drive the girls
wild.
do shots of warm St. Ides. I think we
tried to smoke toothpaste at one time.
He said I'd get a good buzz, but
honestly, I didn't feel any thing. We
worked at a company that made pagers.
He took care of the mail and I was a
telemarketer. Things were happy and so
innocent. Remember learning the lyrics
of "Breakfast at Tiffany's"? Milk shot
out my nose and we laughed. Then
something happend. Girls, drugs, money,
the incedent at the Alamo. I felt like
I was drifting apart from Eric.
However, after Sept. 11th, he found
god, comedy, and traded his evil emo
records for Toby Keith. A couple days
later my phone rang...it was Eric. Our
relationship has been strong ever
since. We are curnetly working on our
all christian comedy jam where we make
fun of the devil, muslims, and rock
music.
on my floor in florida. within 24
hours i am smitten. i've roamed the
streets of florida and chicago with
this man and even have a blackmail
photo of a drunken kiss. and he put
fucking hall and oates on a mixed
tape... there aren't many like this
one... xoxo
hipster America. Like
I will ask him "Hey Eric, should I get
the new Warren
Zevon cd? He is great and dying" and
Eric will say
"No. He was hip in 1975. But get
Jammin' Quarters by
the Slotted Pig Incident. Those guys
are tubular." We
will then get together and watch
Michael J. Fox's
(Family Ties, Teen Wolf) first movie
ever and say
things like "Its funny cuz we can see
the boom mic."
Hanging out with Eric is informative
and fun.