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Occupation:
back at the pound
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Hobbies and Interests:
whiskey, science, & sleeping in subways
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Favorite Books:
robot, are we alone, q is for quantum, any carl sagan, and all nerd
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Favorite Movies:
operation dumbo drop, the love bug, romeo and juliet, the cat from outer space, dirty dancing, that darn cat, cats and dogs, the truth about cats and dogs, the parent trap (remake), a new york minute (i lived there, i would know), freaky friday 9both versions!)
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Favorite Music:
asschapel, ass fork, assfactor 4, assuck
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Favorite TV Shows:
anything on the science channel
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About Me:
the whole new york thing is a
joke.
don't move
there.
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Who I Want to Meet:
only southern dirtnecks, like myself.
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AIM:jeffctown
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he keeps it REAL
awww YEAH
BITCH.
her, just unzip..."
by a mud puddle on the way to school,
you wonder if you should go home and
change, but be late for school, or go
to school the way you are; dirty and
soaking wet. Well, while he tried to
decide, I drove by and splashed him
again
of Tortillas......
displays Ive ever seen on the dance floor,
we've tried many times to out drink one
another, and Im still not sure who wins. I
love this kid from head toe. The breadstick is
a ladykiller.
just gotten on the island with nothing
to do and no where to go. we sat in
grand central station for at least two
hours and then walked accross manhattan
in the fucking rain for like an hour
and a half, starving because all we had
on the palce was a bag of pretzels
(because some people are allergic to
peanuts. thats some bullshit. some
people are allergic to apple jucie but
you can stil get that shit on a plane,
fucking dicks.) anyhow, our voyage
takes us to kates joint. supposedly the
best vegitarian food i'd ever get and
it was fucking closed. i was ready to
kil our guide when i peered insided
only to find that the guy wiping down
the counter like a golden adonis was
that same dirty motherfucker that asked
me if i "liked to party" outside his
van the week beofre in the atl. he took
us in and gave us two rounds of jack
and coke (a lot of jack, a dash of
coke. thats the new york way, i guess.)
after that he took us to some club
where i got like 8 drinks for free. i
don't know how it happened, but it did.
like an evangelist of drunk, this guy
got me tore up from the floor up. i
woke up in an nyu dorm with a headache,
a bed full of piss, and the faint
memory of some kind of angel, only
dirty, that gave me one of the best
nights i can't remember for the life of
me. thanks, jeff. i'll see you in
december? drinks on me?
its very rude