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Schools (Other):
Westpoint Military Academy - Major: USMC M1903-A1/Unertl, proficiency in camouflage and concealment, stalking and observation as well as precision marksmanship under wide operational conditions
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Occupation:
Free Jack / Photographer / Graphic Designer
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Hobbies and Interests:
Art, Reading, Writing, Typing, Music, Drunk, Eating
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Favorite Books:
Watership Down, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenence, 1984
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Favorite Movies:
Too many to list
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Favorite Music:
Buttrock: You know you have that one friend who's in a shitty band that's going nowhere, but will never break up? That's Butt-Rock!
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Favorite TV Shows:
Soccermoms to Be
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Zodiac Sign:
Capricorn
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About Me:
Que suerte
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Who I Want to Meet:
Pity fucks
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wouldn't say it was a stakeout...it was more
of a shakedown. anyway, we were after the
mob boss, my memory tells me his name
was sanchez, seeing it was the "brown guy
mafia" or something. sean was my right
hand man, and an amazing double agent,
which he had used to break up the san
francisco jax earlier that year. we got into a
scrape when they found sean was wired, but
he's quick to get out of a bind. he told them
no-goodnicks that he was not bugged, and
instead this rig he had on was an elaborate
urine dispenser, for the purpose of a drug
test later that day, and he was warming it for
the cute nurses. he still took five bullets for
that, but it taught us a valuable lesson...don't
take acid when on a shakedown.
and had a crush on him. He wouldn't
talk to me though. Interestingly
enough, he didn't like me back until I
transferred to Sturgis and he thought I
was a guy...
got me pregnant AGAIN.
jae?" asked jerkstreet inc. without
hesitation, the milking commenced.
molest me in a testimonial in front of
hundreds of thousands of friendscenesters.
B E W A R E ! ! !
pure and simple, rouge. And then,
when people think all is done,
flashes of blue.
skyscraper...21st floor,lego room.
Jelly, it's that serious. White bread
need not apply. We've got that shit
covered, literally.
be up cookin breffas or summin by
den.. and so.. dat's like an alarm
clock.. wooo wooo.
kid runs the show. the two youths have
to climb thunder mountain....you played
the fat kid. i wore tape on my face and
hair. those where the days broheim!