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"Holy shit I'm still on Friendster?"
"I am the Ayatollah of Rock 'n' Rollah, the man of the hour, to be sweet to be sour and one sexy beast...Bill Bodkin."
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Schools (Other):
Rutgers, St. Helena's, St. Joe's
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College/University:
Rutgers University - New Brunswick, Attended 2000 - 2004, Class of 2004, Bachelor's Degree, Journalism/Media Studies & English
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Occupation:
Ocean County Editor, Night & Day
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Affiliations:
I am affiliated my numerous beings...
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Hobbies and Interests:
producing movies, watching indie wrestling, watching films, journalism, watching out for the donkey punch
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Favorite Books:
Have a Nice Day [Mick Foley], Foley is Good [Mick Foley], Howl [Allen Ginsburg], The Great Gatsby [F.Scott Fitzgerald]
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Favorite Movies:
Lord of the Rings, Life Aquatic Kill Bill, Pirates of the Caribbean, The Big Lebowski, Super Troopers, Snatch, Fight Club, Gladiator, Royal Tenenbaums, Ocean's 11, Eternal Sunshine on the Spotless Mind, Lost in Translation, Something Modern is Going to Kill You
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Favorite Music:
Metallica, Bon Jovi, Anthrax, The White Stripes, They Might Be Giants, Hero Pattern, Scissor Sisters, White Zombie, Reel Big Fish, Seemless, Tenacious D, QOTSA, Jurassic 5, Black Label Society, Faith No More, Motley Crue, Jimi Hendrix, Velvet Revolver
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Favorite TV Shows:
Aqua Teen Hunger Force, Sealab 2021, Smackdown, RAW, Uranium, Headbanger's Ball, Best Week Ever
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About Me:
I am the Ayatollah of Rock 'n' Rollah, the man of the hour, to be sweet to be sour and one sexy beast...Bill Bodkin.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Humanity. I want all of humanity to know me. And to
read the Ocean County edition of Night & Day magazine.
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infested, television-set-shaped
television set for Bill, which caused
him chest-pain, for I only got the
stupid UHF channels. However, Bill
allowed this error to persist since
just last week, when I had a completely
beautiful cable-tv installed. But, if
it doesn't rain tomorrow, I will
probably shoot him a lot.
that was cryptic, so they changed it to
William.
If there was ever a man who ought to
have retained the original moniker, it
was Bill. Often cryptic, his UHF signal
fading, wearing an inscrutable
physiognomy, Bill once touted himself
as a monkfish in his wrist.
Not many know that, until recently,
Bill was full of rats, stupid
programming and rat pellets. But just
last week, Bill acquired a new
aesthetic that rendered him completely
beautiful! I asked him, "Wanna watch a
game of dominoes?" to which the noid-
master replied, "Today will be
pleasant, but tomorrow, there will be
an 95% chance of rain."
you would look at and say
"Damn, that's so old... and chapped.
Hey, fetch me some grapes, cuz I'm
thirsty for WATER!"
- Anne Curto
Nobody knew as well as Bill... nobody
knew. But then again, a dime is a dime,
and only Bill could make you sure that
if you knew one thing, you certainly
knew that. In a million years I'd never
trade him in for a fresher model, the
kind with that new DNA that lets him
glow in the dark and shoot smaller
flying versions of himself out of his
tailbone and other vestigial structures.
But that's still 600 years way or so.
No, were it not for Bill's efervescent
vapor of fortitude, we would most
certainly not stand where we do today.
Instead we would stand on his grave,
wondering how he lacked the fortitude to
stop that goose from swallowing him
whole. And so, where does this gaping
hole close? I'm really not sure, and
that's why I'm going to have to fill it
with a quote from a famous song: "And as
soon as we found it, we filled it with
roses/and once we had done that, wer
buried it good/but sooner or later, it's
gonna come back for us/cuz I'm pretty
sure, that zombie wizard's really
pissed." Never forget, it's coming back
for you... Later, Dude. Bye, Dude... "A
man is falling out of a plane at 980 m/s
from an altitude of 29,800 feet..."
inside a wrist. When we met, I was
twice divorced. A gradual change. A
different change inside of me. I was. I
did. and Divorced i stayed. I was 2
generations away from pronouncing
bill's name correctly. I mean, COME ON,
who can really mispronounce the name
bill?! I said, with a cross chisseled
into my inner thigh. I felt a cold.
Coming. I was coming. I admit..thats
why i hide bill inside of my rotting
ACCESS HOLLYWOOD...I was coming...i eat
teeth with....????
out of clips...the way you always run
home when i tell you too, your lips
pursed like a purse. I love you...BIll
you remind me of that stinky thing, the
way u give up all your personal
belongings to that stupid clown..and
then dance for him with that lobster
claw hanging from your throat...i love
you...call me...i have a story for
you....bill is a great man, dont let his
mouth fool you, it may at first seem
very dangerous, but i think, when you
get to know him better, you will realize
that it is indeed liminal...too liminal.
and thinking, "Why is this man calling
me Johnboy and, more importantly, why
does this man want to play with my
johnboy?"
Bill is one of those guys who gives
all of his heart to all of his
friends. He's always had an open mind
and has always cracked me up. Everyone
should have a friend like Bill... he
smells of roses and applejuice... mmmm
applejuice. PAVIA!!!!!
know, he always can make me laugh. he
can use some fashion sense though, i
mean, look at the picture, who wears
that to senior picture day but bill??
bill's awesome and anyone who has the
opportunity to get to know him is a
very lucky person.
MUCH, some migth say Enough to make you
angry, are you horny yet? Oh you like
Lord of the rings? well i've got
something to tell you fucker, i love
you soo much, some might say Enough to
make you angry, are you happy yet? HAVE
YOU SEEN THE MOVIE "ENOUGH"? DOES IT
MAKE YOU HORNILY, HAPPY? I am the new
king of underdeveloped ladies and
gentlemen, the king of undeveloped
ladies and gentle, THE UNDISPUTED KING
OF late sharks are my favorite animal.
im going to plug you out of El Matrix,
he said.
That's actually him. And he really
dresses like that. I'm serious! Do
you know how difficult it is to have a
conversation with someone carrying a
squeegee?
confidant. My favorite
boss/writer/bitch. My only friend
interested in wrestling. We had us
some damn good times at that there
paper, and we shall have many more...
but not so much at the paper. I think
I'm officially too old to do that these
days. Plus I have a job. And a girl.
And I'm old.
You have come far and done well since
your arrival at RU, and I can only
dread what you'll do before you leave.
If it involves a dean, cream cheese and
a goat, I'll just look away...