Hobble rocks my world, and Oriah has
the sweetest smile in town. I ain't
lyin'. He looks good in a dress, on
roller skates, in "mod", and in short
shorts. As if that weren't enough,
ladies, Oriah isn't afraid to fall off
a stage for your entertainment. What
a tasty morsel!
Oriah was my neighbor once and I fell madly in love
with him. Was it meant to be? Nope, but then
again I probably wouldn't like him now as much as I
do. Oriah is bizarre to say the least. He has the
cutest smile ever and you would never guess how
old he is. He always reminds me of the Portrait of
Dorian Grey. Coming from Mormon roots, he's a bit
of a late bloomer, but I think he's making up for
lost time! I've seen the many faces of Oriah.
Hellbound performer, sensitive boy, drunken lout
and smirking devil. If Oriah were a candy, I'd eat
him all the time even though he gave me a tummy
ache. He is a super catch and girls should take a
number, because Oriah is delicious and makes
buttons for a living. He needs corruption and looks
like he would enjoy it! He gave me a John Ritter
button after he died and I keep it in my memory
box to remind me of Oriah.
oriah is the button king and i love
hobble, and i love tom and i love
oriah and i love gene, and i really
really love Ace von tweed. And damn it,
Lela is ssoooooo jealous!!
Oriah is the special liason to the food
and drug administration. He is also a
manufacturer of fine imported furniture
from the middle-east, mostly near
Uzbekistan. We went to a show together
once he asked me if I wanted a drink. I
said, "sure", then we sat down. The
next thing I know I look up and it's
2am and twelve lonestars later. Oriah
then convinces me to go steal a car
with him. We get outside the bar and I
say, "Why do we just take my car?" He
says, "Hell no!" I concede that we
should in fact steal a car, but it has
to have some kind of statement to it.
We aren't just stealing for a ride mind
you. We already have one there at the
bar. He says we will steal it and the
go as far south, Mexico... beyond.
Alright I'm in. We start looking for a
car to steal. We are checking door
handles cause it's easier to steal a
car with the door unlocked. We find one
but there is an old lady with a
dominatrix outfit on in the back. This
stops us cold in our tracks, but
intrigues us just the same. We say
let's go ahead and steal the car with
her in it. We get about half a mile
from where we started, in the teacher's
lot, and she wakes up in the back. She
like, "What the hell are you doing?"
She then beats us with a riding crop
until I decide to jump out. I
say "Oriah stop and lets jump out, and
run." He stops, and says,"See you later
my man." I don't know how the rest of
his night turned out. We didn't speak
again for like two weeks after that. I
took a cab home.
the sweetest smile in town. I ain't
lyin'. He looks good in a dress, on
roller skates, in "mod", and in short
shorts. As if that weren't enough,
ladies, Oriah isn't afraid to fall off
a stage for your entertainment. What
a tasty morsel!
with him. Was it meant to be? Nope, but then
again I probably wouldn't like him now as much as I
do. Oriah is bizarre to say the least. He has the
cutest smile ever and you would never guess how
old he is. He always reminds me of the Portrait of
Dorian Grey. Coming from Mormon roots, he's a bit
of a late bloomer, but I think he's making up for
lost time! I've seen the many faces of Oriah.
Hellbound performer, sensitive boy, drunken lout
and smirking devil. If Oriah were a candy, I'd eat
him all the time even though he gave me a tummy
ache. He is a super catch and girls should take a
number, because Oriah is delicious and makes
buttons for a living. He needs corruption and looks
like he would enjoy it! He gave me a John Ritter
button after he died and I keep it in my memory
box to remind me of Oriah.
button maker I've ever met. Are we ever
going to get together to make those
nipple buttons.
hobble, and i love tom and i love
oriah and i love gene, and i really
really love Ace von tweed. And damn it,
Lela is ssoooooo jealous!!
sucked but so did ryan.
and drug administration. He is also a
manufacturer of fine imported furniture
from the middle-east, mostly near
Uzbekistan. We went to a show together
once he asked me if I wanted a drink. I
said, "sure", then we sat down. The
next thing I know I look up and it's
2am and twelve lonestars later. Oriah
then convinces me to go steal a car
with him. We get outside the bar and I
say, "Why do we just take my car?" He
says, "Hell no!" I concede that we
should in fact steal a car, but it has
to have some kind of statement to it.
We aren't just stealing for a ride mind
you. We already have one there at the
bar. He says we will steal it and the
go as far south, Mexico... beyond.
Alright I'm in. We start looking for a
car to steal. We are checking door
handles cause it's easier to steal a
car with the door unlocked. We find one
but there is an old lady with a
dominatrix outfit on in the back. This
stops us cold in our tracks, but
intrigues us just the same. We say
let's go ahead and steal the car with
her in it. We get about half a mile
from where we started, in the teacher's
lot, and she wakes up in the back. She
like, "What the hell are you doing?"
She then beats us with a riding crop
until I decide to jump out. I
say "Oriah stop and lets jump out, and
run." He stops, and says,"See you later
my man." I don't know how the rest of
his night turned out. We didn't speak
again for like two weeks after that. I
took a cab home.