A hairstyle where the hair at the front
is brushed up into a mound
or a roll, above the forehead. Also
known as quiff.
Once when we went to new jersey
Jorge said,
"The bridegroom wears a Hawaiian
shirt. The bride is wearing a tasteful
cream-colored suit. The celebrant is
wearing an iridescent blue sports
coat and sunglasses; his hair is
combed into a pompadour."
A few years ago Jorge, in an
unprecedented act of kindness and
generosity, brought his delightful
parents to my Christmas party. Last
weekend I couldn't even get off my bum
long enough to attend his paella
soiree, which was undoubtedly a fun and
delicious occasion. Bollocks.
the man has a wooden leg named smith, on
whose apparently endless supply of jokes he
blames his eruptions of innapropriate
laughter. how weird is that? other than that,
jorge is absolutely perfect. look at how he
forgave sonia for crushing his leg in the
mulcher. she's a goddamned horse, she is.
i thank god every day that my parents gave
birth to such a beautiful, bouncy-ball son.
Yeah, the ass thing. I don't know why
you'd like Jorge's ass. Unless that is,
you'e the kind of person who likes a
perfectly rounded, rock hard,
turbo-charged greco-glutious
mega-maximus, motherfucker! Jorge's
glutes will rock you. His abs will
scorch you. Jorge is the heart of all song.
have i mentioned lately how fine his ass is?
it doesn't always smell the greatest if you dig
your nose right in there, but if you keep you
face away then you can rub it all over with
your hands. and olive oil, for that supple
mediterranean skin. i love greek men!!!!
Jorge is one of the best people in the
world with whom to hang out, given the
stacks of beastiality porn in his
bathroom, his halitosis, his problem
flatulence, the goiters, and his
disgusting habit of biting his filthy
toenails. I love you, J!
not so very long ago, jorge and i drank
whiskey on the rocks until 3am. all
these years, i thought i was too old to
still drink whiskey until 3am. but then
jorge made it happen.
and when it was just past 3am, i found
myself on the lower east side standing
in the street with jorge trying to wash
the taste of whiskey out of my mouth
with an order of belgian pomme frites
and special dipping sauce. that was
when i came to realize that i wasn't
drunk on alcohol at all. jorge is the
whiskey on the rocks. jorge is the
special dipping sauce.
Jorge brought his parents to the only
Christmas party I've ever had and
instantly became the coolest person in
the room. Also: Jorge is the only
person I know who has been immortalized
in a comic book, albeit one made for
the NPR demographic. Ironically, the
real Jorge has the same super powers as
the comic book Jorge: wisdom beyond the
years and a droll wit that betrays him
as being secretly British.
Testimonials and Comments for Jorge
A hairstyle where the hair at the front
is brushed up into a mound
or a roll, above the forehead. Also
known as quiff.
Once when we went to new jersey
Jorge said,
"The bridegroom wears a Hawaiian
shirt. The bride is wearing a tasteful
cream-colored suit. The celebrant is
wearing an iridescent blue sports
coat and sunglasses; his hair is
combed into a pompadour."
This really sums up jorge.
once i asked my parents why they had me--
having sc and jj, what more could you want?
someone who knows how to spell
"inappropriate," they told me. shiz-nit. at
least he can spell my password...
i named the green hippo and taught j all he
knows about farsi. the rest is his doing.
unprecedented act of kindness and
generosity, brought his delightful
parents to my Christmas party. Last
weekend I couldn't even get off my bum
long enough to attend his paella
soiree, which was undoubtedly a fun and
delicious occasion. Bollocks.
whose apparently endless supply of jokes he
blames his eruptions of innapropriate
laughter. how weird is that? other than that,
jorge is absolutely perfect. look at how he
forgave sonia for crushing his leg in the
mulcher. she's a goddamned horse, she is.
i thank god every day that my parents gave
birth to such a beautiful, bouncy-ball son.
you'd like Jorge's ass. Unless that is,
you'e the kind of person who likes a
perfectly rounded, rock hard,
turbo-charged greco-glutious
mega-maximus, motherfucker! Jorge's
glutes will rock you. His abs will
scorch you. Jorge is the heart of all song.
that he wears a WWJD thong every day
and night.
it doesn't always smell the greatest if you dig
your nose right in there, but if you keep you
face away then you can rub it all over with
your hands. and olive oil, for that supple
mediterranean skin. i love greek men!!!!
world with whom to hang out, given the
stacks of beastiality porn in his
bathroom, his halitosis, his problem
flatulence, the goiters, and his
disgusting habit of biting his filthy
toenails. I love you, J!
whiskey on the rocks until 3am. all
these years, i thought i was too old to
still drink whiskey until 3am. but then
jorge made it happen.
and when it was just past 3am, i found
myself on the lower east side standing
in the street with jorge trying to wash
the taste of whiskey out of my mouth
with an order of belgian pomme frites
and special dipping sauce. that was
when i came to realize that i wasn't
drunk on alcohol at all. jorge is the
whiskey on the rocks. jorge is the
special dipping sauce.
Christmas party I've ever had and
instantly became the coolest person in
the room. Also: Jorge is the only
person I know who has been immortalized
in a comic book, albeit one made for
the NPR demographic. Ironically, the
real Jorge has the same super powers as
the comic book Jorge: wisdom beyond the
years and a droll wit that betrays him
as being secretly British.