One time I slammed my door to hard and it jammed. When I couldn't get it open, I got really scared and started crying...but then my big bro kicked in the door and saved my life. Thanks Homey!
you can tell a lot about a man from his
bathroom reading. when i was at
anthony's house the other day, the only
book in his bathroom was "World
Sourdoughs from Antiquity"
Anthony is undoubtedly the "they" Blue
Oyster Cult were thinking of when they
penned the stanza "They'd like to make it/
With my big black dog/ But they just/ Don't
know how to ask."
sometimes people-- who shall remain
nameless-- give anthony a really hard
time, but in the end, he always comes
out on top-- older, wiser and slighly
more dapper. But he will never, and I
mean never, let you see him sweat.
anthony rules. example of anthony's
ruling-ness: last nite i was
complaining about studying for the GRE
english subject test, and mentioned
having to study bores like samuel
johnson. anthony told me he had just
cracked a joke earlier that day that
involved boswell, the drunken
biographer of johnson. even though he
said his joke fell totally flat & no
one knew who boswell was, it rules
that anthony knows who james boswell
is. or wait, were we talking about ben
johnson? i can't remember. i had too
much to drink, and i'm gonna totally
flunk this exam. but i bet anthony can
fully recite edmund spenser's faerie
queen. he's a smarty pants & a delight
to know!
Anthony will never be outspoken; no
one will ever be able to. Anthony is
not half as bad as people say . . .
he's worse. Someday he will find
himself and he'll turn back running.
But Anthony is brilliant. Too smart.
How could something so evil and
calculating slip through into this
world? You are only alive because
Anthony allows you to be. When you
see this man in the street, beg for
your meager existence. Big Ups
tony, toni, tonee: you are forgiven. i
am so, so, sorry for dropping out and
not returning phone calls. your
witticism make life worth living and i
forgot that. now that i'm back in
chocolate city things seems sad and
realize even though you live in
brooklyn i should've visited you and
attended your well attended
gatherings. next time i promise. and
when i visit the big city you will be the
phone i friendster first. xoxo forever.
Well Friends, or friendsters, as they
may be. I probably have more to tell
about Anthony than any other living
person...being that I am his little
brother...but lets not bore anyone.
Anthony's coolness is surpassed by few,
and attempted by many. The few who can
achieve such greatness can look forward
to years of revelry that only the
truly "RAD" and "AWESOME" can expect.
P.S. You may notice Anthony bowing
humbly in the background of his profile
in the pressence of the "truly RAD"...
I have a fond memory of one day when
Anthony & I went and sat in the front
row of the special olympics pole
vaulting event. It was there that
Anthony confessed that he didn't
actually have turrets' syndrome, but
rather that he just like to erupt
spontaneously in shaking fits to
scratch that constant itch he had in
his arse. The admission really
touched me. We went to the bar and
after 15-17 pints, he picked me up off
the floor. Again, his warmth was
touching. After a few whipits I had
to smack him around a bit, because he
asked me to, of course. In all, the
whole day really meant alot. I'll
never forget the angle of approach,
buddy.
Testimonials and Comments for anthony
pulled befe and even meaner ribs.
bathroom reading. when i was at
anthony's house the other day, the only
book in his bathroom was "World
Sourdoughs from Antiquity"
Oyster Cult were thinking of when they
penned the stanza "They'd like to make it/
With my big black dog/ But they just/ Don't
know how to ask."
nameless-- give anthony a really hard
time, but in the end, he always comes
out on top-- older, wiser and slighly
more dapper. But he will never, and I
mean never, let you see him sweat.
ruling-ness: last nite i was
complaining about studying for the GRE
english subject test, and mentioned
having to study bores like samuel
johnson. anthony told me he had just
cracked a joke earlier that day that
involved boswell, the drunken
biographer of johnson. even though he
said his joke fell totally flat & no
one knew who boswell was, it rules
that anthony knows who james boswell
is. or wait, were we talking about ben
johnson? i can't remember. i had too
much to drink, and i'm gonna totally
flunk this exam. but i bet anthony can
fully recite edmund spenser's faerie
queen. he's a smarty pants & a delight
to know!
one will ever be able to. Anthony is
not half as bad as people say . . .
he's worse. Someday he will find
himself and he'll turn back running.
But Anthony is brilliant. Too smart.
How could something so evil and
calculating slip through into this
world? You are only alive because
Anthony allows you to be. When you
see this man in the street, beg for
your meager existence. Big Ups
am so, so, sorry for dropping out and
not returning phone calls. your
witticism make life worth living and i
forgot that. now that i'm back in
chocolate city things seems sad and
realize even though you live in
brooklyn i should've visited you and
attended your well attended
gatherings. next time i promise. and
when i visit the big city you will be the
phone i friendster first. xoxo forever.
may be. I probably have more to tell
about Anthony than any other living
person...being that I am his little
brother...but lets not bore anyone.
Anthony's coolness is surpassed by few,
and attempted by many. The few who can
achieve such greatness can look forward
to years of revelry that only the
truly "RAD" and "AWESOME" can expect.
P.S. You may notice Anthony bowing
humbly in the background of his profile
in the pressence of the "truly RAD"...
Anthony & I went and sat in the front
row of the special olympics pole
vaulting event. It was there that
Anthony confessed that he didn't
actually have turrets' syndrome, but
rather that he just like to erupt
spontaneously in shaking fits to
scratch that constant itch he had in
his arse. The admission really
touched me. We went to the bar and
after 15-17 pints, he picked me up off
the floor. Again, his warmth was
touching. After a few whipits I had
to smack him around a bit, because he
asked me to, of course. In all, the
whole day really meant alot. I'll
never forget the angle of approach,
buddy.