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"Hello, I'm Jerri Blank and I'm a 46-year-old high school freshman. For 32 years I was a teenage runaway. And I'm a..."
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Schools (Other):
Flatpoint High
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Occupation:
Robot
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Affiliations:
Buddah Stalin Fanclub, Florida State Penitentiary, Donkey Dungeons and Dragons Club
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Hobbies and Interests:
twice-baked frosting fries, choo choo trains, salty crispy fatties, throwing rocks at indians, the comfort zone, jews, hugging, rich people, the hole, friendly donkeys, faggots, the pole, cheerleading, peg legs, meatballs, pizza pizza pizza!, good times
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Favorite Books:
Party Planning with Hot Fruit, Glint: how to make it, Retardation: a Celebration, See dick spot jane, Kazaa Kazaa What?
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Favorite Movies:
movies with plenty of pink, Vaginas on Fire, Labor Day Massacre
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Favorite Music:
Welcome Table Choir, Buddah Stalin, Fanny Pack, Charlie Manson Raves:Live, Gordo Gordo Gordo, the Fat song, the Slits
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Favorite TV Shows:
Monkey killing a duck, When Donkey's go Wild, Small Wonder, JB gives good BJ, Perfect Strangers
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About Me:
Hello, I'm Jerri Blank and I'm a 46-year-old high school freshman. For 32 years I was a teenage runaway. And I'm a pathological liar and everything I'm about to say is true. I was a boozer, a user, and a loser. My friends were dealers, cons, and 18 karat pimps. I stole the TV; did some more time. But now I'm out of jail, picking up my life exactly where I left off. I'm back in high school, living at home, and discovering all sorts of things about my body. I'm finding out that though the faces have changed, the hassles are just the same. I'm a respectable girl, and I expect a respectable evening, full of respect.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Someone who knows how to pound out the veal.
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great!...except for the discharge. That doesn't
feel great. Actually, it hurts quite a bit.
who returned to Highschool - you give
the best head
sat sun for the past 4 weeks to hang out
and you always say you can't cause
you're washing your hair. I've seen that
diseased rats nest on your head, and
I'm sure it hasn't been moist in about as
long as your netheregions
secretary in Elf? I know making a living
is tough, but why'd you become a
corporate whore instead of a regular
old whore? Jesus, you're such an
asswhore.
man who had no feet. Then I
laughed...really hard. Poor Southerners
are hi-LAR-ious.