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"I am a slave to the rhythm and a servant of the funk."
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Schools (Other):
Illinois State University
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College/University:
Illinois State University, Attended - , Class of , Bachelor's Degree, Theater- Acting/Lighting Design
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Occupation:
Gadabout
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Affiliations:
Yo' mama
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Hobbies and Interests:
Movies, theatre, comedy, improv, soul, singin', dancin', soccer, Italian food, travel, funky clothes, the thyroid gland, Fritos, the card game Skat, Ajax, Arsenal, White Sox, Bears, Bulls
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Favorite Books:
Brilliant Orange, The Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, The Comedy Writer, A Midsummer Night's Dream, Macbeth, A Prayer for Owen Meany, The Tipping Point
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Favorite Movies:
The Godfather I&II, Schindler's List, Do the Right Thing, Real Genius, A Hard Days Night/Help!, Annie Hall, Crimes and Misdemeanors, Good Fellas, It's a Wonderful Life, Cinema Paradiso, Shaolin Soccer, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
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Favorite Music:
Beatles, Stones, White Stripes, Elvis Costello, Ray Charles, old Prince, old Cake, Louis Jordan, The Streets
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Favorite TV Shows:
The Office, The Simpsons, Seinfeld, The Dick Van Dyke Show, Match of the Day
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Zodiac Sign:
Cancer
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About Me:
I am a slave to the rhythm and a servant of the funk.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Should find the breaking of wind at least unobjectionable, preferably
even amusing.
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is insanely funny, but not to the
detrement of his heart and
compassion. he's smart, wildly
talented, interesting to talk to, fun
to perform with, and he can crop dust
a room full of farts with the best
of 'em. viva democrats!
to do something nice for him, like
cook his supper, he squeezes my cheeks
really hard. It hurts so much.
time I ever saw balls...well you know,
alone. Without anything else hanging
around, they seemed really big. But it
was from a distance.
up my nose, in fact he's the only man
to ever blow up my nose. Sense memory
recalls something a oddly sweet about
his breath, much like that of a puppy's.
testicles (or at least anything that I
would be willing to write here), but
my boy Brendan is cold chillen' like
the turkey dog in the back of the
freezer you forgot you had. You know
the one I'm talkin' about. Just when
you forget about it and you start
diggen' around for your grape ape
popsicles on a hot summer day. Your
fingers feel somethin' other worldy
like a plant that grew out of control
while you weren't lookin', you grab
the turkey dog and proceed to cook
this delicious treat from way back. As
you start to consume the delicious
icicle psychadelic treat you can't
remember a turkey dog ever tasting so
good. So much flavor cultivated from
years of freezer burn and neglect. So
much revenge to plot on the innocent!
So many cities to knock back into the
ice age!... Oh wait a minute, that's
my homeboy Mr. Freeze I was thinking
about. Sorry... Brenden's pretty cool
too I guess. Even if he's a sox fan.
white that he outshines the sun doing
jumping jacks in a third floor class
room at a State University in Central
Illinois naked as the day he was born?
I ddin't think so.
to have a party to close out my last
night on earth, I would want Brendan
to throw that party. Also, he has a
huge testical...maybe two.