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Sean
Messaging Off
[Restricted to Sean's friends]
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Interested In:
Friends, Activity Partners
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Member Since:
Jun 2003
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Hometown:
da Bronx
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Sean's URL:
http://profiles.friendster.com/627425
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Occupation:
grad student
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What I enjoy doing:
hiking, politics, reading, drinking, attending zoning board meetings
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Favorite Books:
the wind-up bird chronicle, fear and loathing in las vegas, lolita, the ginger man, david sedaris
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Favorite Movies:
memento, trainspotting, miller's crossing, boogie nights, american splendor, charlie kaufman movies, face-off
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Favorite Music:
radiohead, pj harvey, my bloody valentine, johnny cash, charles mingus, pavement, camper van beethoven, chemical brothers, beck, flaming lips
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Favorite TV Shows:
the simpsons, mr. show, strangers with candy, the daily show
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Zodiac Sign:
Pisces
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About Me:
Im too modest to detail my towering achievements, so
here's a sampling of how others have described me:
"lazy...shiftless"
"an effete and impudent snob",
"constantly self-amused",
"owes me $150"
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Who I Want to Meet:
people who share my deep abiding love for
pornographic hummel figurines
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yours lasted for at least 15 minutes!
he's retired now, but if Jeopardy called
him, he'd be back in the job market in a
heartbeat.
nothing SOB who owes me $150. I
highly recommend avoiding him at all
costs, unless he approaches you with a
fifth of whiskey and a baggie of
numerous assorted pills. At which
point, do whatever he says. Plus he
knows more about the mundane than
anyone I've ever met. Love you Sean.
an OG Budweiser can hat, MC Hammer
parachute pants and his "Ask me about my
grandkids? T-shirt, I thought "This
dude is either the coolest or stupidest
person on the face of the Earth.
Either way, I knew I was gonna have to
kick his ass, but after chatting with
him, he talked me out of putting the
beat down on him because he said he was
a hemophiliac (a story which later
turned out to be complete bullshit).
Still and all he seemed like a funny
guy, but towards the end of the night
(and after I'd imbibed 12 or 20 beers) I
finally asked him about his grandkids
and without saying a word he just hauled
out and punched me in the face and then
peed on my jacket while I was
unconscious. Man, some friend he is, eh?
goddamn morning, wondering if i should
bother going to bed at this point and
wishing that, of all the people on this
blessed planet i could drag out for a
late, messy pint, i would choose sean.
i think it's because, at this very
moment, i'm needing some magic. so i
need to either rub a buddha's belly or
rub sean's majestic chin. and which one
do you think makes a better drinking
partner?
your gourd on mushrooms one night and
run into someone muttering about how
Hunter S. Thompson has 'the truth' while
consoling another guy who thinks he's
shit his pants, BEFRIEND THAT MAN. Trust
me on this one, cause there's a good
chance he'll wind up winning money on a
game show.