vincent is kind enough to receive my calls during
the occasional 'walk of shame' in the a.m. hours
after duty has been done.
vincent also was bold enough to tear down a
mound of chicken wings with money garnered
from scalping tix to a modest mouse to overly
eager chicago rockers. his southern blood runs
thick and deep, allowing him to be vegetarian and
eat chicken, to be an ethical punk rocker and
shrewd ticket scalper. beware.
some people perceive vomiting as a downside to
drinking. one of vincent's manifold achievements is
to have delivered us from such illusions; vomiting,
it seems, can be a sport and a test of will. for
instance, vincent once sprinted into the bathroom
at my old house with the intention of depositing his
guts into the toilet as any good guess would.
however, something else happened. he angled his
stream off the wall and with uncanny geometric
precision, his vomit turned and landed comfortably
in the old bowl. nice work.
apart from initiating new extreme sports that the
rest of us will never be able to follow, vincent is a
good, old southern soul. he can snipe hipsters with
the proper amount of wit and he can hold his own
with the bottle. chicago may not deserve the
chung, but they better be damn happy that they got
'em.
Vincent!! Grab your water gun, masking
tape, images of cartoon mice and milk
cartons and let's attack the town!
Haha! Did andrea and I win the water
gun war or was everyone soaked? I
don't remember; I was too distracted by
the playground and trying to find a cup
or bucket to fill with water so I could
dump it on your head. Laser tag around
Kamphoeffner was loads of fun and a
great late night distraction. So much
fun. We should have a reunion jell-o
slinging, laser tag, break dance
party. That'd be a reason to
celebrate!
after meeting vincent this summer, i
believe that he is 100% awesome, and i
am glad i finally got to meet him. his
sense of humor is a gem. i sort of wish
we were related like he is to christina
dong, though. ODB, BABY!
it, turning tricks. Like we wuz in Bangkok or
sumthin'.
the occasional 'walk of shame' in the a.m. hours
after duty has been done.
vincent also was bold enough to tear down a
mound of chicken wings with money garnered
from scalping tix to a modest mouse to overly
eager chicago rockers. his southern blood runs
thick and deep, allowing him to be vegetarian and
eat chicken, to be an ethical punk rocker and
shrewd ticket scalper. beware.
drinking. one of vincent's manifold achievements is
to have delivered us from such illusions; vomiting,
it seems, can be a sport and a test of will. for
instance, vincent once sprinted into the bathroom
at my old house with the intention of depositing his
guts into the toilet as any good guess would.
however, something else happened. he angled his
stream off the wall and with uncanny geometric
precision, his vomit turned and landed comfortably
in the old bowl. nice work.
apart from initiating new extreme sports that the
rest of us will never be able to follow, vincent is a
good, old southern soul. he can snipe hipsters with
the proper amount of wit and he can hold his own
with the bottle. chicago may not deserve the
chung, but they better be damn happy that they got
'em.
tape, images of cartoon mice and milk
cartons and let's attack the town!
Haha! Did andrea and I win the water
gun war or was everyone soaked? I
don't remember; I was too distracted by
the playground and trying to find a cup
or bucket to fill with water so I could
dump it on your head. Laser tag around
Kamphoeffner was loads of fun and a
great late night distraction. So much
fun. We should have a reunion jell-o
slinging, laser tag, break dance
party. That'd be a reason to
celebrate!
through for you in a pinch! 100 %
Gentleman. Thanks again!
believe that he is 100% awesome, and i
am glad i finally got to meet him. his
sense of humor is a gem. i sort of wish
we were related like he is to christina
dong, though. ODB, BABY!
driving, stay off sidewalk.
too if you do not already. i mean this in the
most sincere way imaginable.