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"Generally speaking, I suck at life. I also really like boobies."
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Schools (Other):
of fish, of thought, or rock, buses
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College/University:
Hobe Sound Bible College, Attended 1943 - 1958, Class of 1959, Ph.D., Girls, Beer, Drugs, Parties
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Occupation:
Jesus Saver
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Affiliations:
AAA, AA, A cup, the Fonz, AAAYYYY!
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Hobbies and Interests:
Collecting UPC symbols, nudity, plotting towns that end in "field" on maps, Jessica Alba.
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Favorite Books:
Phone.
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Favorite Movies:
The Scooby Doo trilogy (oh you wait, they'll make more), Xanadu, and that one (ok, many) with Angelina Jolie's boobies.
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Favorite Music:
Poison the Well, Modest Mouse, Sleep Station, My Morning Jacket, As I Lay Dying, AFI, Incubus, Kings of Leon, Eighteen Visions, Classic Rock because that is actually good music unlike the drek people claim is good today.
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Favorite TV Shows:
The Simpsons. Best show ever. Family Guy is a close second. Home Movies is number three.
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Zodiac Sign:
Sagittarius
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About Me:
Generally speaking, I suck at life. I also really like boobies.
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Who I Want to Meet:
The dude who invented boobies.
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despair, trapped at a friend's house
during a feud in which I was abandoned
in the living room with absolutely no
entertainment save for a well thumbed
copy of cosmopolitan. Out of the
darkness, Uncle B stepped forward and
immedeately understood the
situation. "They left you out here?
Sucks to be you! Ha!" He then left,
leaving me once more alone, but warmed
with a kindness and generocity never
again matched. Lend him some sugar, for
he is your nieghbor.
the word "wooder" on a regular basis.
Back in Philly, "wooder" was a
chlorinated form of water, and it was
all we had. When I first got to
Flagler, I used the word "wooder" at a
rehearsal for David Mamet's "An
Interview." I asked Uncle B, who was
the Stage Manager, to make sure that
the glass of "wooder" was in the desk
drawer for me to drink during the
show. Uncle B laughed for at least 5
minutes straight about my inability to
say the word "water." It was because
of this instance that I forced myself
to learn to say the word correctly.
And for that, I thank you Uncle B!
refer to him, "scooter" (you know what
i`m sayin ladies...) is just like this
tumor i have on my upper thigh. at
first it was really annoying and a bit
smelly and i would chafe whenever i
thought of it, but eventually, i`ve
learned to live with it, and even play
with it sometimes. until it squirts
puss on me, that is.
B as scooter. i'm not really sure why
but one thing i do know is that he has
an unhealthy obsession with power
tools. if you catch my drift.
It's because of that "GumNuts"
incident I think.
cool, yet a slob. He's that uncle that
will let you, when you're 16, have
you're first drink, you're first drag
from a cig, and take you on his boat to
teach you how to fish, grill, make fun
of handicaps and feminists as well as
hold two beers, a fish pole, and a
handgun at the same time. You also want
to make sure you keep him away from
you're 17 year old sister. Bad things
happen man, bad things.
of the only friends I have who enjoy
making fun of the handicapped as much
as I do, plus he helps with the rent
way he handles a saw, whew, let me tell
ya, it makes my little hairs stand on
end!
one else on the planet I would rather
take on in a verbal war, b/c the boy
can bring it. He has however been known
to be a push over if given the right
medication. ;-P
psychiatrist. I only say this because
every time that I finish a
conversation with him, I feel so much
better about being me. And that's a
good feeling!