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Peter Goldson
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Interested In:
Just looking around
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Member Since:
Aug 2003
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Hometown:
USA, dammit!
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Peter Goldson's URL:
http://profiles.friendster.com/1752863
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Occupation:
Professional Stabilizer
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What I enjoy doing:
Hating scum like Greg Rainmaker, crashing through walls on a motorcycle, shooting down helicopters while falling from them, making a poo face while killing scum, male hair care products, beating people up like a total spaz
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Favorite Books:
Releasing the Rage Within-- And Pushing It through Some Scumbag's Skull, Revenge-- Making it Work for You, The Best of Guns and Ammo, 12 Ways to Kill a Man with a Salt Shaker, Killing Greg Rainmaker and the Human Response
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Favorite Movies:
First Blood, Rambo: First Blood Pt. 2, Rambo III, Over the Top, Navy Seals, Mr. Nanny
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Favorite Music:
The sound of hot lead being released from the barrel of a gun, my kickass theme song
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Favorite TV Shows:
Airwolf, Hardcastle & MacCormick, Magnum P.I., CHiPs, American Bandstand, Charles in Charge
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About Me:
My name is Peter Goldson, The Stabilizer. 10 years ago,
an international criminal named Greg Rainmaker attacked
and brutally murdered my girlfriend. Since then I have
vowed vengeance on Greg Rainmaker. He is the one that I
hate the most. I despise scum like Greg Rainmaker.
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Who I Want to Meet:
She would be the one that I love the most; someone else
who despises scum like Greg Rainmaker.
No fatties.
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Rainmaker, how about you sell me his
boots man. You kinda have to, it's the
only plot line semi feasable to make a
sequal. That, and all I have is a pair
of old keds with nails jutting out.
Keds don't strike fear into the hearts
of men! So sell me those boots bitch,
or someone's pet cat is gonna be
slightly hurt by my Keds!
shoes!
aaaaaand...i'm dead.
after my wife and I were attacked by
Greg Rainmaker and our spines were
brutally stomped into paste. I began
to tell him the whole story and as I
did he just stared blankly into space
as if he were having a flashback of
some kind. Then he made what I can
only describe as a "poo face", the
face one makes when confronted with
the stench of rancid feces. He
muttered something about Greg
Rainmaker being "...the one he hates
the most." and that he "...despise(s)
scum like Greg Rainmaker." I
said, "Now that's what I'M talking
about, bitch!" Then his gaze snapped
back to me and he launched into the
most spastic apeshit beating of my
entire life. Rainmaker's vertebral
flamenco dance felt like a back
massage compared to this. Goldson was
like a crazed orangutan. When he
finished, he drove back through my
living room wall on his motorbike. God
help Greg Rainmaker, Goldson's gonna
kill that asshole.
Livin' in fear?
stabilizing, preferably through the
use of large assault weaponry, I
know I can count on Peter Goldson,
The Stabilizer, to come through in the
clutch. He is the one that I like the
most.