Andrew?
We used to call him 'fooquan' back in
the day... looks like the same fella, I
think. I lent him my drum set one
summer. Had to take it back, though.
He broke his leg once, or maybe it
was his face... I truly don't recall.
Maybe he broke someone else's
face... yeah, that was probably it.
He's probably one of only a handfull
of people who remember the New
Jersey hardcore band 'Juvenocracy.'
They, of course, met their maker in
that tragic tunafish sandwich incident
during the summer of 1996, when
the band hap-hazardly wondered into
a giant dolphin tank with their
sandwiches. Terrible thing. Though
Andrew was emotionally scarred
from the incident, no permanent
damage was incurred.
andrew is the Cool Guy. i fondly
remember the days when we shared a
residence with the drunken prince of
albania and his obnoxious friends.
andrew helped me subdue an addled alex
bohr! lemme buy you an ice cream cone
andrew is still my brother regardless of the
ocean that lies between us. what does that
even mean? anyways.....he came to see me in
scotland and then we went to england where
my prior hypothesis was confirmed: my
friends ussually wind up liking my brother
more than me. he must be REEEALLLLLYYYY
cool.
Andrew enjoys posting pictures of himself
which boost his "depressed-coputer addict"
image. note the computer screen reflecting
off his strangely pale skin.
We used to call him 'fooquan' back in
the day... looks like the same fella, I
think. I lent him my drum set one
summer. Had to take it back, though.
He broke his leg once, or maybe it
was his face... I truly don't recall.
Maybe he broke someone else's
face... yeah, that was probably it.
He's probably one of only a handfull
of people who remember the New
Jersey hardcore band 'Juvenocracy.'
They, of course, met their maker in
that tragic tunafish sandwich incident
during the summer of 1996, when
the band hap-hazardly wondered into
a giant dolphin tank with their
sandwiches. Terrible thing. Though
Andrew was emotionally scarred
from the incident, no permanent
damage was incurred.
remember the days when we shared a
residence with the drunken prince of
albania and his obnoxious friends.
andrew helped me subdue an addled alex
bohr! lemme buy you an ice cream cone
omelette than me. One day we'll battle
for Iron Chef Breakfast ... one day.
to keep chicken in his pockets.
if i remember correctly, anyhow.
ocean that lies between us. what does that
even mean? anyways.....he came to see me in
scotland and then we went to england where
my prior hypothesis was confirmed: my
friends ussually wind up liking my brother
more than me. he must be REEEALLLLLYYYY
cool.
he's got so much wit, that --insert
witty line her--
which boost his "depressed-coputer addict"
image. note the computer screen reflecting
off his strangely pale skin.
dance floor and eat sammiches. He's a
mad man!