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"I love my husband and all I can think of is fuckin' him...
Insane? maybe a little... I'm 84 and he's 29... am I hot?
I..."
More about Justin
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Occupation:
Shrimp diver
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Hobbies and Interests:
Pulling iodine out from a shrimps back is neat, Q-tipping my ears for sand, shuckin' oysters, patroning topless bars is super fun!
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Favorite Books:
who cares!?
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Favorite Movies:
The Exorcist, Trilogy of Terror (story 3), SSSSSSS, NBK, PULP FICTION, NUREMBERG AFFAIR (original), ANY BETTE DAVIS & JOANIE CRAWFORD FLICK, Rebecca, The Ring, Slap Shot, Boondock Saints, Get Real, Sweet Nothings, Mad Monster Party...
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Favorite Music:
brainiac, dj shadow, orbital, anythang that sits well with a bottle o wawa and a hit 'o' x.
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Favorite TV Shows:
Queer as Fuck, Folk.
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About Me:
I love my husband and all I can think of is fuckin' him...
Insane? maybe a little... I'm 84 and he's 29... am I hot?
I think he thinks so, hooray for me! I must Rock!
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Who I Want to Meet:
Peop's. pets and you! julietbelleau@yahoo.com
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this is redonkulous...we all now this
song is from that movie, you know the
one...when that guy is in the
mall...Spicole, Specole, Jeff
something...He was a stoner surfer
guy...come-on people, and then the
ghosts started going crazy in New York
and Ernie hudson was the warden of that
prison where dorthy was following that
crazy brick road, and some kid started
screaming about his 2 dollars while
Molly ringworm was doing something with
16 candles...ring a bell?
Hello...gosh...i guess i'm the only one
here that saw Titanic...Brandon is so
pretty, it hurts my feelings...i love
her to death...oh shit...now i need an
alibi...damn it all to heck!!!
confuse us. But he will also mix lies
with the truth to attack us. The
attack is psychological, but powerful.
So don't listen, remember that, do not
listen.
people say!
of homosexual friends of mine, a dog
with no name approached, ever so
quietly...I said..."Why hello there
little fella, what's your name?" The dog
shit in my face (side note...I was
eating his ass while asking him said
question) and said "I don't have a name
ass hole." My homosexual friends thought
the dog was super cool like Spuds
McKenzey, took him, and left me for dead
by the river (side note: the dog filled
my mouth with shit and i could no longer
breath) (side note to side note: It was
a golden retriever, not like Spudz). As
I layed on the water front gasping for
air, a sort of ripple grew from the
center of the lake spreading towards the
sandy shore where death patiently waited
for me. From the center of the massive
body of water a light shone, and from
that light I could see a face. Perfect
in every way, it was the face of an
angel. The face told me her name was
Brandon and she spoke...Like an angelic
song the words drifted from her
lips..."How can I help you?" My mouth
was full of shit, but I tried my best.
"I an't breeve, I mouf es ull of sit."
She just looked at me with a curious
face and spoke again, "I can't
understand you, your mouth is full of
shit. Good-bye." Brandon went back into
the lake. The ripples disappeared, and I
was alone once more. My breathing became
more shallow... My time...almost up...As
I saw my life flashing before my eyes,
the last thing I remembered was...WAIT A
MINUTE!!! It wasn't shit at all!!! I was
so drunk that i thought there was a dog
with no name, His name was Pacho Villa,
and my friends...they weren't gay...and
the shit...wasn't shit at all...they
just thought it would be funny to
jack-off on my face, and because I was
afraid to swallow, I almost choked to
death. So, I swallowed every last drop,
gathered myself and thought...I can
explain everything except for the lady
in the lake...The perfect angel, the
woman of my dreams...Brandon...
this here Kitty would be doin'
SERIOUS time !!
somethin else, but hey, whatever! i
remember when she played Harley in the
play My Father's Vodka and i was a stage
hand, man, when she came to the set it was
like "what's my name? I forgot!" and she
always smelled amazingly good and it was
the kind of good that would linger long after
she was gone. we ran into each other again
later and wow, she was better than ever!
time has continued to pass, guess she's
married now, pretty lucky dude, hope he
knows it....somehow i am sure he does.
cheers to you darling justin!
this art is amazing, would love to help put an
exhibit together in NYC....til we meet again...
town is the Virgin Islands. I hear that
the good people of that locale politely
asked her to leave around her fifteenth
birthday. That's what I heard anyway.
passionate love affair, until I found
out she was doing 6 other women,
and I was just her Friday night bitch.
Then I dumped her.