Bill lives in New Jersey. I... do not. But if I did
I would be sitting in a diner right now. Bill has
movies. Lots. LOTS of movies. Movie Bill.
Bill Movie. I should make a movie about Bill.
No, that would be trite. If you happen to make
it to New Jersey, just ask for Bill. He can
recommend a few good books and where to
find the best coffee. If you're lucky he might
play a few bars of an Elvis Costello song on his
guitar. That's why we dig him.
i was lost in a sea of pop culture and trashy
80's comedies and then bill turned me on to
trashy 70/80's horror flicks. thank god that
you opened me up to a genre i had
discredited for so long!!! all hail GOBLIN!!!!
charades: *fakes snoring* *gestures
eluding to a movie camera* - who am i?
hehehe... next time you and chris
decide to act out that scene from
witchboard, i wanna be tawny kitaen's
hair.
Bill was my boss, and then my friend.
I will always be grateful to him for
introducing me to Dario Argento. He's
real, and he makes me laugh. And damn,
he can wear some shoes to death! I also
have actually seen him without his hat
on. whoa.
Is Bill the reason I am able to convey
my problems so clearly to those
surrounding me? Is Bill the reason
this leads to me solving them?
Certainly he is the reason I have
tasted Vanilla-Rum flavoured tea
before!
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If nothing else, Bill taught me the
power of the undistorted, albeit highly
reverberated, guitar and its
propensity to rock. Bill knows how to
rock out with his mighty cock out and
roll out with his dirty hole out.
The first time I noticed Bill, he was standing
in front of my spanish class trying to give a
presentation, in Spanish, about
Chupacabres. The second was when he
walked up to me on campus and gave me a
handwritten, alphabatized list of all his
videos in case I wanted to borrow any. I
think that's how it happened. He was a
mysterious figure, living alone in a miniature
house in someone's backyard, skulking
around in his grey woollen coat, listening to
obscure music. Once we made an omlette
with 12 eggs and a whole block of cheese
and ate it all. True story.
Bill tells no lies. He is passionate
about his interests, and knowledgeable.
He enjoys taunting my dogs in a
slightly evil way. Soon, you will all
wait in line at a Barnes and Noble for
his book, and some poor cashier will be
annoyed. It won't be Bill :)
When Bill and I's band Freelance
Messiah were set to take over the
world, Bill paused and turned to
me. "David," he said with total
sincerity, "the kids just aren't ready
for our poppy blend of garage rock.
Maybe in a few years, but not now. Not
here." And when some kids from Detroit
named the White Stripes asked for our
blessing we gave it to them. That's
just the kind of guy Bill is. Plus
he's got a ton of movies and knows
everything about each one of them and
more. Plus he's girth-y, ladies.
Testimonials and Comments for Bill
I would be sitting in a diner right now. Bill has
movies. Lots. LOTS of movies. Movie Bill.
Bill Movie. I should make a movie about Bill.
No, that would be trite. If you happen to make
it to New Jersey, just ask for Bill. He can
recommend a few good books and where to
find the best coffee. If you're lucky he might
play a few bars of an Elvis Costello song on his
guitar. That's why we dig him.
80's comedies and then bill turned me on to
trashy 70/80's horror flicks. thank god that
you opened me up to a genre i had
discredited for so long!!! all hail GOBLIN!!!!
skinny ties, prince, the smiths, and
girls.
eluding to a movie camera* - who am i?
hehehe... next time you and chris
decide to act out that scene from
witchboard, i wanna be tawny kitaen's
hair.
I will always be grateful to him for
introducing me to Dario Argento. He's
real, and he makes me laugh. And damn,
he can wear some shoes to death! I also
have actually seen him without his hat
on. whoa.
my problems so clearly to those
surrounding me? Is Bill the reason
this leads to me solving them?
Certainly he is the reason I have
tasted Vanilla-Rum flavoured tea
before!
power of the undistorted, albeit highly
reverberated, guitar and its
propensity to rock. Bill knows how to
rock out with his mighty cock out and
roll out with his dirty hole out.
in front of my spanish class trying to give a
presentation, in Spanish, about
Chupacabres. The second was when he
walked up to me on campus and gave me a
handwritten, alphabatized list of all his
videos in case I wanted to borrow any. I
think that's how it happened. He was a
mysterious figure, living alone in a miniature
house in someone's backyard, skulking
around in his grey woollen coat, listening to
obscure music. Once we made an omlette
with 12 eggs and a whole block of cheese
and ate it all. True story.
about his interests, and knowledgeable.
He enjoys taunting my dogs in a
slightly evil way. Soon, you will all
wait in line at a Barnes and Noble for
his book, and some poor cashier will be
annoyed. It won't be Bill :)
Messiah were set to take over the
world, Bill paused and turned to
me. "David," he said with total
sincerity, "the kids just aren't ready
for our poppy blend of garage rock.
Maybe in a few years, but not now. Not
here." And when some kids from Detroit
named the White Stripes asked for our
blessing we gave it to them. That's
just the kind of guy Bill is. Plus
he's got a ton of movies and knows
everything about each one of them and
more. Plus he's girth-y, ladies.