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"I'm sick of corn and bread. I'm sick! Put rice in you heart. Put rice in your mind. Put rice in your soul."
More about Kevin
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More About Kevin
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Schools:
South High, Attended 1996 - 1998, Class of 1998
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Schools (Other):
South TorranceHigh, El Camino
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Occupation:
this, that, construction business
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Affiliations:
rfm, chickencat productions, gould productions spiritual advisor, jewish
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Hobbies and Interests:
jewish water, smokuing what, jewish, snowboarding, playing drums, water, walking, gassing, eating jute balls or any disciplinary loaf, being a hostile combative spitter, milkshakes bringing all the girls to the what, jewish, chickencats, taking off my dick and washing it
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Favorite Books:
Book of Blood clive barker, kurt vonnegut what galapagos slaughterhouse five cats cradle, what, jewish, stephen king
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Favorite Movies:
fargo, full metal jacket, natural born killers, big lebowski, scarface, dawn of the dead, shadow of a vampire, hellraiser, gummo, neverending story, labrynth, jewish water, usual suspects
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Favorite Music:
rice, at the drive in, jawbreaker, filth, descendents, dwarves, misfits, germs, ween, poison, skid row, NWA, your m, om on vhs tape, Guns n' Roses, Fudgetunnel, GassEx, pud, fyp, what, circle jerks, buzzcocks, jets to brazil
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Favorite TV Shows:
x-files, sopranos, jewish, law & order SVU, tv
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About Me:
I'm sick of corn and bread. I'm sick! Put rice in you heart. Put rice in your mind. Put rice in your soul.
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Who I Want to Meet:
your sister's ass.
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Testimonials and Comments for Kevin
time, give me some pudding cause me
hungy all the time, i want some chicken
of you, so we can be friends again. We
could sit around all day talking about
all the different bullshit storys that
other people have told about us(or
just me). Hopefully you know better
by now that for some reason I seem to
be considered a piece of shit by most
everyone that has had the pleasure of
gracing my presence. I hope I see you
soon my boat on a hill (never going to
sea). I love you, and if you want to
find me I will be at Alex's house or
home. Come and find me, Homie Dee Locc
from HCC and yours truly be keepin
this shit real, cuz. And all youz
bitches that be hatin' on my down ass
homi K-dogg you best be watchin' yo'
step. And you know that shizznit is on
the rizzeal!
shakira and sing like an angel, without
him i wouldn't know all the words to
various odb and nelly songs. kevin's a
gagsta for real!when he met my mom he
said "what's up hooker, howz about you
let me put you on a vhs tape?"then he
beat her up and stole her money.i miss
kevin
situations, boy howdy. Once we were
sharing some spanikopita at Daphne's
Greek Food when a group of angry drama
students accosted us. Through
pantomime, they expressed their
disapproval of punk music and assumed
an offensive stance, attempting to
provoke us into violence. But nay, we
shant participate in such barbarism.
We took up their challenge heartily,
but in the form of interpretive dance.
Through form, rhythm, fluid movement,
and line, we defeated our adversaries
with the grace of trumpet swans. I am
pleased to know that Kevin can dance
cha cha, merengue, foxtrot, and
minuet. But he is no good at samba.