Friends

Dec 2003

Moonbase Brambleberry LLC

http://profiles.friendster.com/4498754

Moonbeast

bombs, bullets, butts, blood, boobs, bazookas, bimbos

ps auxww | grep -v grep, SLA7060M Thru SLA7062M Unipolar Stepper-Motor Translator/Drivers, Rota's Introduction to Probability Theory

The Great Escape, Bridge on the River Kwai, Das Boot

The bones of my enemies, being ground into meal.

Vapid, disposable fare du jour.

I'm a shirt, a hat, a bicycle seat. I'm in the hall, I'm
under the porch. I hide in your boot. I talk to polar bears,
I converse with paramecium... man, I fucked your wife! I
tried beating off once while studying topology, it was a
psychological game I wanted to somehow achieve a greater
interest in topology. I couldn't get off for months after that.

I used to cry a lot. You remember that movie Forest Gump the
part where he starts running and his leg braces just explode
and then he runs to like Des Moines or something? I bawled
during that scene. Though that was after like two
all-nighters and then I dropped acid so my brain chemistry
was probably non-standard at that point. Yeah...

I cannot play an instrument to save my life. Well, I can
bugle okay but I don't think most people consider 'Taps'
rocking out. Oh and I can whistle it works best with brass
music I've got a very nice arrangement for Bach's Jesu Joy
of Man's Desiring (Jesu Mein Freund?). Masterpiece Theatre.
Pachelbel's Canon, Turkey in the Straw. Not the kind of
stuff to score suck job from the screaming groupie.

Ah, what else? I made a circus tent with my mom's sewing
machine. I biked until my nuts went numb, and then I biked
some more. I got 3rd degree burns but no missing extremities
from the bombs when I was but a youth. Oh! And I am a
convicted federal felon.

What I really need is a droid that understands the binary
language of moisture evaporators.