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individualist, an egoist, an athiest, a capitalist, an optimist, and an artist. My bullshit detector is of the..."
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More About merkley
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Schools (Other):
Billy Carter's Elementary School For Retards
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Occupation:
Artist. Dick. Owner of Sweatshops, Clown
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Affiliations:
www.threequestionmarks.com www.bingjiling.com
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Hobbies and Interests:
Opposite Day jokes, that's all.
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Favorite Books:
The Bible.. it's fucking hilarious. That whole part about some "God" guy, what a crackup. I like how that Jesus character is always hangin out with sluts and stuff.
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Favorite Movies:
sleepless in seattle
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Favorite Music:
REO speedwagon, The Jets, Enya, Phish, Barbara Mandrell and the Mandrell Sisters, The Offspring, Tony Orlando and Dawn, Jimmy Osmond, Winger, Natalie Imbruglia, Don Johnson, Kevin Bacon's Band, Bruce Willis' Band, Keanu Reeves' Band, Jennifer Love Hewitt
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Favorite TV Shows:
A Small Wonder, Punky Brewster, The Christopher Lowell Show, Oprah, Enos
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About Me:
I am an;
individualist, an egoist, an athiest, a capitalist, an optimist, and an artist. My bullshit detector is of the highest grade and is very very finely tuned. It can sniff a turd on the other side of the globe as well as the one in your shorts, poopypants. Speaking of turds, my shit list includes, but is not limited to:
K.Marx, V.Lenin, J.Stalin, F.Castro, M.T.Tsung, S.Sontag, M.Moore, N.Chomsky, N.Mailer, J.Christ, A.Hitler, J.Falwell, R.Nader, C.Guevara, J.Garofalo, P.Robertson, Mohammed, T.Ammiano, M.Gonzalez, J.Jackson, P.Donahue and all of those who swallow, partially digest and vomit forth the insane ideas of those listed above. My politics favor individual liberty, fairness, full disclosure and accountability. I have been self employed since 1991. Nobody loves me more than me. Nobody hates me more than me. I am www.threequestionmarks.com Oh yeah -- I am very very romantic
My Dream would be to meet a lady who:
1) has a crooked glass eye
2) has a scab on the eyelid of the crooked glass eye
3) has an eye booger by the scab on the eyelid of the crooked glass eye
4) although adamantly vegan, strangely smells like milk.
5) whistles when she says "as Jesse Jackson so smartly surmised...", due to the decay ridden hole between her right front tooth and the really gray one right next to it.
6) works as a customer service rep for Sprint
7) has that hair pulling disorder and is basically bald except for those few black hairs on the left side of her upper lip. Do those count for baldness?
8) splits and causes to bleed, her chapped lips whenever she smiles while thinking about how much she loves Ralph Nader.
9) cracks and causes to ooze, her cold sore whenever she yawns while thinking about how much she's bored by the juvenile antics of that Conan O'Brien.
10) scratches the dandruff out from under her armpit hair while explaining for the 23rd time the immorality of eating that barbaric pepperoni. "Murderer"
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Who I Want to Meet:
11) flabbergastedly chokes on her lavender flavored rice cake while explaining to me how insensitive and offensive my fat jokes are. Wait, which eye am I supposed to be looking at? Oh yeah, scabby booger eye. No wait, it's the other one, the twitchy one.
12) extinguishes her tenth unfiltered American spirit cigarette in the last inch of her soy milk white russian while drunkenly exclaiming "Every living being should be required to wear a helmet AT ALL TIMES!
13) thinks Michael Moore is a "straight forward, no bullshit genius who tells it like it is.... I bet he's a Gemini... ooh oooh, let's see what his horoscope says"
14) says stuff like "Noam Chomsky is aaawwwsssome -- ouch, that split my coldsore all the way up to my big dumbo stretched out earlobe hole."
15) says brilliant stuff like "analog is so much better than digital... digital is so cold."
16) has a NO WAR sticker right between the Che and Revolucion stickers on her acoustic guitar.
wait, that's Janeane Garofalo
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Testimonials and Comments for merkley
me, we really became friends on your birthday. A
few things we've done since: playing the knitting
factory together, that halloween when i got stuck in
my dress, having a gun shoved in our face's on
my birthday, House of Nan King, playing dress up
in your kitchen, (i want to do it again) there was
that time we painted our selfs blue and danced
around the burning man, the demicratic national,
those red panties...
ahhhhhh. good times.
heart love friend cohort comrade Emily
were to point a gun at me, i'd rather be
shot than fight back. but what touched
me was your reasoning. of why i should
live and why the fucker pointing a gun at
me should have his/her ass kicked by
me. so, did you figure out what was in
that brown bottle?
house for a cocktail with friends. Then I saw
him everyday for the next week by freak
chance, all over town. Interactions since
then, however, have dwindled to where we
now pass like ships in the night or try to
make sense during a 30 second, 3am
cellphone call. Maybe I'll run into you again
at that random party in SOMA or show in the
TL. Ya Haightster. By the way - nice button.
talented at everything he does. You
all know that. He is also one of the
funniest guys around. The ladies love
Merkely, oh yes they do, for sure, for
damn-nuff sure. Well take a number,
sister. i might put in a good word for
ya.
the 'way'. Closet genius? Funny fucker! Love the art.
CONTRARIAN
((HE WILL DISAGREE ON WHAT I SAY!))
and don't break stuff. It really hurts his feelings and
makes him decidedly un-romantic. The death of
Don Juan is no joking matter.
san francisco!
any facade of Easter Island.
through with a testimonial for her
dear Mr. Meeertiiiin.
I remember when I first had the
pleasure of meeting Merkley. It was a
winters day in New York City.....and
since our mutual friends were busy
answering questions and the like.....I
got to spend a few sweet hours getting
to know this one of a kind guy. I
remember he had a camera (no kidding)
and I remember he was wearing a suit
and white velcro sneakers (I swear). I
had a rose in my hair and he was
trying to take a picture, of course I
covered my face and turned away. Then
Merkley had to break-it-
down....."Never cover your face when
someone is trying to take a picture!"
he said..."Not only is it rude and
poopy behavior, but the picture of you
always turns out looking worse!"
To this day I live by those words,
now Merkley can hardly get me out of
the pictures....."I was trying to take
a picture of Tom....Mieke can you
please step aside, you can be in the
next one...I promise." These are the
things I hear from Merkley these
days......Oh well.
I feel honored and pleased to have
found such a freaky, fantastic, far-
out, fabulous, footlose, fresh and
fetching friend as he...And I hope he
knows that I am doing a "I get to be
friends with Merkley" Dance right
now....