I had the pleasure of meeting Vic while I
was drunk pledging during the fall
semester at Syracuse 96 ( i think). We
clicked immediately sharing the same
dry blunt sense of humor and contempt
of men ---dick&jess at the time. I have
grown to love Victoria as one of my
most respected and beloved. Not for
her flawless fashion-sense or our time
in the front quad, but because she has
the ablity to say fuck-off and still appear
to be the most beautiful women in the
world.
holy hell....She is women hear her roar.
Do not play with the 15 bulb mirror that
hangs in her bedroom and don't mess
with my nutes.
Note: This is a true story and a real
conversation that took place upon her
first visit to Austin, Texas.
K: "I am so amazed and flattered that
my best friend Vicki came down to see
me...all considering."
Male Bar Fly: "What do you mean?"
K: "I guess it won't hurt to tell
you..Vicki is pretty open about the
matter. Back in September of 93, a
family of four from Texas moved into
her Boston neighborhood. The family
was a little odd, parading around the
suburbs in alligator boots and gaudy
Stetson hats, but seemed harmless
nonetheless. As time went on, people
began to notice peculiarities taking
place at the Texan's home. Twice a
month, either late at night or early
morning, an 18 wheeler would pull up
and a burly man and several hunchback
looking assistants would emerge.
Well, they would flash their brights
twice, signaling for the Texan Father
to come outside. Once he appeared on
the front lawn, they would open the
back of the truck with extreme
caution. Suddenly, an endless number
of Mexican migrant workers would flood
out only to be followed by a dozen or
so alligators! The Father
would "shoo" the migrant workers
inside and have the truckers lead the
alligators around back."
Male Bar Fly: "Are you serious?"
K: "Dead. Let me continue...so this
rather disturbing delivery continued
for over year without disruption.
Finally concerned neighbors came to
together to discuss the matter...out
of fear that an alligator might harm
their children or worse yet a migrant
worker hot wire their car. It was
decided that Victoria's father would
be the neighborhood spokesperson and
that he would be the one to deliver
the message..."Leave our neighborhood
or die". The very next day Victoria's
father marched over to the Texan's
home (accompanied by the whole Mullin
clan) and knocked on the door. The
father came to answer with an
alligator on a coarse rope leash.
Frightened but steadfast in his
mission, Vicki's Dad expressed the
neighborhood sentiments and asked that
the Texans pack up shop and hit the
road. Well, the Texan was insulted by
the curt, rude manner in which he was
asked to leave and replied, "If you
don't apologize for your demeaning
tone of voice, I'm fixing to sic' my
gator on that pretty daughter of
yours." Vicki's Dad decided to call
the Texan's bluff and replied, "I'm
not apologizing for anything, you
redneck! Leave our neighborhood!"
With those words the Texan let loose
of the rope, unleashing the alligator
on poor, innocent Victoria. In what
could only have been a matter of
seconds, the vicious beast tore of her
left leg and retreated back into the
house."
Male Bar Fly: "But she walks fine."
K: "Ah...she was fastened the finest
wooden leg made from sturdy Scandavian
trees. Her father spared no expense
as he felt partly responsible."
Male Bar Fly: "And what happened to
the Texans?"
K: "Oh, yes. Well that night 3 18
wheelers arrived and by the following
morning the Texans were gone. Never
to be seen again."
People who can carry on an interesting conversation, people
who are not closed minded to a new experience, people who
can keep up with my smart ass sense of humor
was drunk pledging during the fall
semester at Syracuse 96 ( i think). We
clicked immediately sharing the same
dry blunt sense of humor and contempt
of men ---dick&jess at the time. I have
grown to love Victoria as one of my
most respected and beloved. Not for
her flawless fashion-sense or our time
in the front quad, but because she has
the ablity to say fuck-off and still appear
to be the most beautiful women in the
world.
holy hell....She is women hear her roar.
Do not play with the 15 bulb mirror that
hangs in her bedroom and don't mess
with my nutes.
Note: This is a true story and a real
conversation that took place upon her
first visit to Austin, Texas.
K: "I am so amazed and flattered that
my best friend Vicki came down to see
me...all considering."
Male Bar Fly: "What do you mean?"
K: "I guess it won't hurt to tell
you..Vicki is pretty open about the
matter. Back in September of 93, a
family of four from Texas moved into
her Boston neighborhood. The family
was a little odd, parading around the
suburbs in alligator boots and gaudy
Stetson hats, but seemed harmless
nonetheless. As time went on, people
began to notice peculiarities taking
place at the Texan's home. Twice a
month, either late at night or early
morning, an 18 wheeler would pull up
and a burly man and several hunchback
looking assistants would emerge.
Well, they would flash their brights
twice, signaling for the Texan Father
to come outside. Once he appeared on
the front lawn, they would open the
back of the truck with extreme
caution. Suddenly, an endless number
of Mexican migrant workers would flood
out only to be followed by a dozen or
so alligators! The Father
would "shoo" the migrant workers
inside and have the truckers lead the
alligators around back."
Male Bar Fly: "Are you serious?"
K: "Dead. Let me continue...so this
rather disturbing delivery continued
for over year without disruption.
Finally concerned neighbors came to
together to discuss the matter...out
of fear that an alligator might harm
their children or worse yet a migrant
worker hot wire their car. It was
decided that Victoria's father would
be the neighborhood spokesperson and
that he would be the one to deliver
the message..."Leave our neighborhood
or die". The very next day Victoria's
father marched over to the Texan's
home (accompanied by the whole Mullin
clan) and knocked on the door. The
father came to answer with an
alligator on a coarse rope leash.
Frightened but steadfast in his
mission, Vicki's Dad expressed the
neighborhood sentiments and asked that
the Texans pack up shop and hit the
road. Well, the Texan was insulted by
the curt, rude manner in which he was
asked to leave and replied, "If you
don't apologize for your demeaning
tone of voice, I'm fixing to sic' my
gator on that pretty daughter of
yours." Vicki's Dad decided to call
the Texan's bluff and replied, "I'm
not apologizing for anything, you
redneck! Leave our neighborhood!"
With those words the Texan let loose
of the rope, unleashing the alligator
on poor, innocent Victoria. In what
could only have been a matter of
seconds, the vicious beast tore of her
left leg and retreated back into the
house."
Male Bar Fly: "But she walks fine."
K: "Ah...she was fastened the finest
wooden leg made from sturdy Scandavian
trees. Her father spared no expense
as he felt partly responsible."
Male Bar Fly: "And what happened to
the Texans?"
K: "Oh, yes. Well that night 3 18
wheelers arrived and by the following
morning the Texans were gone. Never
to be seen again."
Male Bar Fly: "Oh Wow! "