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Ethan Covey
Messaging Off
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Interested In:
Friends, Activity Partners
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Member Since:
Jun 2003
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Hometown:
Poland, ME
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Ethan's URL:
http://profiles.friendster.com/427991
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Occupation:
Music Journalist
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What I enjoy doing:
Music, Jack Daniels, Budweiser
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Favorite Books:
Doors of Perception, The Magus, whatever else is lying about the pad
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Favorite Movies:
Big Lebowski, Donnie Darko, Rushmore, 21 Grams, Mulholland Drive, Zoolander
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Favorite Music:
Changes every day, kids...
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Favorite TV Shows:
Sorry to buck the trend, but I don't really watch that much. Really.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Try me
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already know that.
vermont town. we will institute our own laws
and doctorines.
it will be named E-Ville.
local and touring musicians...... Not
in a fag way. I respect that.. He
knows what it is to tolerate jam rock,
as do I, is a witty e-mailer, and he
likes my ass. What more could a girl
ask for
also allowed to be naked! Let us celebrate The
Boar's new photo. He's so rrraandy!
impressive even to the likes of Sex Fly. But the
thing that I respect most about him is that he
was able to subtly goad T-Snake to the point
that T-Snake threatened to "rip him a new
a**hole."
Bob Saget. He eats what he likes cuz
he just does. If it weren't for Papa
Rae's and Colonel Covey's unbridled and
superfluous harangues, along with their
affluent appetites for the fermented
fineries, then I never would have
enjoyed my transient stay in
Burlington. His juvenile excitement
for music and words makes him fun I
tell you...fun! This tall jerk is
yours for you when he threw what the
however you said it was. Yeah right
Beatrice, why don't you just stay out
of it for once in your opaque joke of a
life. Why, I bet you've never even
been to Puppet Popovic's Rubble Shack
by the ol' McDuffrey synagogue. To
hell with all of you!
Friendster is nothing short of a
COLOSSAL waste of time (particularly
when you live in a city as insular and
claustrophobic as Burlington, VT)I
still feel somewhat obligated to leave
a "testimonial" for this sorry chap. I
suppose I should start at the
beginning. Ethan and I met on Safari
some years back, when I was first
struck by his overall carriage- a
stunning mixture of Lord Hemmingsly
and Charles Bishop III. I was certain
that he had been struck with the palsy
in early childhood; a suspicion I
found confirmed by the sometimes
doleful turn his lower lip makes;
particularly when a gazelle is trained
in his admittedly capable rifle
sights. Perhaps someday I will find it
in myself to forgive Master Covey for
his transgressions upon mylady's honor
at the Westminster Ball those many
years ago- at any rate, I'm not
terribly certain that the Indian
Savage has. If one ever wishes to be
personally astounded by the most
remarkable collection of medical
oddities in the western hemisphere,
I'm sure the old goat would be more
than happy to oblige you. If any among
the present readership feel worthy of
the deliverance of a message for me;
let it be put forth that I challenge
this sodden lot to a duel.