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"I am trying to get my six degrees of separation down to
three..."
More about Ngaio
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More About Ngaio
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Occupation:
entertainer
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Hobbies and Interests:
music, sports, comedy, film, spanking, world peace, religion, Drum Corps, juggling
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Favorite Books:
Favorite Authors: Octavia Butler, Steven Brust, Stephen Donaldson, Orson Scott Card, Langston Hughes
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Favorite Movies:
Willie Wonka, True Romance, Crouching Tiger...
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Favorite Music:
Most Chill Slackmob, Fishbone, Grateful Dead, Copland, Gershwin, MCM and the Monster, J-live, Erykah Badu, The Roots, Big Breakfast Band, Timbaland, Missy Elliott, Method Man, Redman
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About Me:
I am trying to get my six degrees of separation down to
three...
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Who I Want to Meet:
Anyone who knows how to chill while being active
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Testimonials and Comments for Ngaio
what would I ever do with out you?!
meaning to RICOLA!
knock him over with giant bear hugs,
although, it will probably never work
because he is surely at least one foot
taller than me (and abit heavier).
nonetheless, i always try. many moons
have passed since i met ngaio, and i am
glad i am no longer quite the person
that i was when we first met; a hungry,
illegal little mexican running around
the mission district looking for some
food and good music...he took me in and
treated me just like family, his food
tasting better than the tamale lady's
and my mom's combined, his beats
groovier than a louisiana steamboat.
now, i am happy to say, i am a well fed
US citizen, shaking her booty at every
hiphop show that comes to town. all
thanks to ngaio.
p.s. what the heck are you doing in
that photo?
wrapped up in 1 dreaded gassy
package... oh yeah, he's well known
for the size and smell... he actualy
woke me up out of a complete
drunken passed out fiasco by one
fart...hotel room in Lake Tahoe, 15
degrees outside with snow, me
curled up next to an open window,
praying for fresh air... I miss the
road... oh and that time when his sun
roof blew off and it was snowing
outside, holding a boom box on my
lap listening to drumline tapes from
the Blue Devils in '84 on my way to a
white supremesist stand up gig in
Oregon where the previous week the
comics got in a brawl... oh the good
ole days...yeah, the road!! Weee!
I love this man!! Oh If only he had a
vagina... and a nice rack... and no
facial hair...oh and that gas thing...