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Interested In:
Just looking around
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Member Since:
Oct 2003
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Hometown:
Chicago, Il
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Jesse's URL:
http://profiles.friendster.com/2763538
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Occupation:
Radio Sexecutive /amateur porn star
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What I enjoy doing:
Urban exploration, tattoos, talking shit, camping and hiking, religious jokes, dead baby jokes, mullet hunting, intersted in becoming a redneck someday
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Favorite Books:
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, Get in the Van(the Book on Tape), Hells Angels, any Chicago history book, any factual ghost books, porno magazines
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Favorite Movies:
The Royal Tennenbaums, Raging Bull, Goodfellas, Boogie Nights, Rushmore, Debbie Does Dallas, Merry X-Miss, Transformers, Fight Club, Dirty Dancing
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Favorite Music:
punk rock to Michael Jackson, I do it all. I hate Sheryl Crow
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Favorite TV Shows:
Simpsons, Survivor, sportscenter, I love the 80's &70's, Get a Life, Sports, sports, sports!, anything that shows nipples, that 70's show
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About Me:
My name is Jesse Valen, I am 25 years old. I believe in
taking care of myself, with a balanced diet and a
rigorous exercise routine. In the morning if my face is a
little puffy, I'll put on an icepack while doing my stomach
crunches; I can do a thousand now. After I remove the ice
pack, I use a deep pore cleanser lotion. In the shower I
use a water-activated gel cleanser. Then a honey-almond
body scrub. And on the face, an exfoliating gel scrub. Then
I apply an herb mint facial masque, which I leave on for
ten minutes while I prepare the rest of my routine. I
always use an aftershave lotion with little or no alcohol,
because alcohol dries your face out and makes you look
older. Then moisturizer. Then an anti-aging eye balm,
followed by a final moisturizing protecting lotion.There is
an idea of a Jesse Valen; some kind of
abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity,
something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and
you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and
maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably
comparable... I simply am not there. I have all the
characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair;
but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for
greed and disgust. I'm bout my money you see, girl you can
holla at me
If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P-I-M-P
Come get money with me, if you curious to see
how it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P
Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call
I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain't bout shit
I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH
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Who I Want to Meet:
I want to meet women that wont press charges and men that
will respect me in the morning. I also do farm animals, is
there any cute goats on "Friendster?"
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the bathroom, puking my guts up for
the fourth time that day. A little
coke, a little junk, just mix it
together and get the needle. But I
must have mixed in too much coke... I
knew this was going to be some
hellacious speedball trip and the only
thing I could do was hang on for the
ride. In the next moment, I was on my
stomach, my face uncontrollably
hitting the tile floor. My eyes were
open - I was aware of what was
happening - but I couldn't stop. I
could glance over to the tub where in
arm's reach was a towel draped over
it. All I had to do was grab the
towel and shove it underneath my
face. But I couldn't do it. I could
feel my face hit the tile floor - up
and down, over and over again. And I
couldn't stop as the convulsions swept
over my body. I felt my teeth loosen
as they broke away from the gums. I
felt the lacerations on my face. The
last thing I remember was pounding my
face into a pool of blood. Man, you
threw great parties.
of pool once
repulsive. yet... i am inexplicably
drawn to him.
down there is that the bull he milked
was actually code for me. Yeah, he
milked me and it felt good and I am
more of a man than any of these pussies
on this site! I'll kick anyones ass,
try me!
Blink 182, Jesse would be the bass
player. He thinks poo poo jokes are
funny, not to mention his attraction
for 11 year old boobies. Hee hee, I
said boobies. See what I mean?
in the Turkish prison, I have to
respect Jesse in the morning. Besides,
if I don't, he conveniently "forgets"
the KY the next night.
pesticides in children's cereal and
sells really really bad weed. I should
know, I smoked a whole pound of it. Now
where did that enter key go. There
seems to be a small man the size of my
thumb taunting me and calling "Jimmy
Crack Corn" where that enter was. I
need to smoke.