Nobody ever takes me seriously (probably because I am so
goddamn funny). My latest hobby is 'hard drinking' - I find
it makes me smarter AND better looking. In fact, I can't
believe all the years I wasted not drinking seriously.
Who I Want to Meet:
People who don't suck. They are so rare! Oh, sure,
everybody sucks a little, but there are a few people who
really go out of their way to not suck.
ajax reminds me of the theme songs
all those wholesome shows in the
1980s... the golden girls "thank you
for being a friend", uh, okay... i can't
think of any others... maybe "she's a
smaa-aa-aal wonder", if you were to
masculinize the song, natch...
point being: ajax is a punk rock kitten
loving cardboard airplane making
rapscallion who i'm happy to have in
my nebulous cyberlife. if he wasn't
otherwise engaged, i'd probably
propose.
Du really knows how to flatter a girl
before a couple thousand people or
so. : ) He's also hilarious and will
say things like "I have a disease that
only a cowbell can cure!" Plus, he
rocks.
Besides being one of my favorite
characters on The Warriors, Ajax's
favorite color is clear. He's always
good for chunking up mulligans of gump
when we're on the beat and flopping
down with the yeggs of yesteryore.
I have a recurring nightmare wherein
Ajax comes to my house to kick my ass.
I try to fight back, but my limbs
refuse to obey commands from my brain.
Ajax proceeds to stomp all over me.
Invariably, I wake up and realize that
Ajax has not kicked my ass, and yet,
for some reason, my ass hurts.
When I first met Ajax he had a funny
Rhode Island accent and would wave his
arms around and scream like a monkey at
me, and I learned to communicate with
him in this fashion. He then matured,
ditched his accent, and assumed the
identity of a mountain sage named
Buffalo Nickelhead for a few years,
then drifted to California and became
an awesome monster of rock. As to what
we should expect to see next, well, as
Ajax used to put it back in 1980,
RARGHRAHAAZHREE!!! RHARHGGHAA!! OOO!!
OOOO! AAAREEERGH!! GHREEEAHR!!!
Ajax would be the first to admit that
he's not a true connoisseur of dog
photography, but he knows what he
likes. Although he barely knows me,
Ajax has been very tolerant (and
sometimes even acquiescent) of my odd
schemes and bizarre requests. Ajax,
you are rock and roll. I salute you.
Ajax was, for a time, a household name
in my little manchelor pad. He was
built up like a colosus in our
collective minds util the day he
stormed our complex!
He was 50 feet tall if he was an inch.
He has hands the size of a bunch of
banannas. His voice boomed like
distant thunder in his chest and he
weilded a mighy broad axe across his
muscle rippled back.
One false move and we would have been a
gooie spot on his Subaru-sized sandals!
ajax likes to hear all my slutty
stories. he judges me - but with each
story i rise higher and higher in his
mind! my weekend quest is always to be
slutty in some way so i can win his
approval monday morning on IM.
he hates winky's by the way.
Testimonials and Comments for Ajax
all those wholesome shows in the
1980s... the golden girls "thank you
for being a friend", uh, okay... i can't
think of any others... maybe "she's a
smaa-aa-aal wonder", if you were to
masculinize the song, natch...
point being: ajax is a punk rock kitten
loving cardboard airplane making
rapscallion who i'm happy to have in
my nebulous cyberlife. if he wasn't
otherwise engaged, i'd probably
propose.
before a couple thousand people or
so. : ) He's also hilarious and will
say things like "I have a disease that
only a cowbell can cure!" Plus, he
rocks.
characters on The Warriors, Ajax's
favorite color is clear. He's always
good for chunking up mulligans of gump
when we're on the beat and flopping
down with the yeggs of yesteryore.
call, happy to hear any tales of the sea, which
are always the same. He gazes at my rudder.
I let him.
Ajax comes to my house to kick my ass.
I try to fight back, but my limbs
refuse to obey commands from my brain.
Ajax proceeds to stomp all over me.
Invariably, I wake up and realize that
Ajax has not kicked my ass, and yet,
for some reason, my ass hurts.
I hate that fucking dream.
Rhode Island accent and would wave his
arms around and scream like a monkey at
me, and I learned to communicate with
him in this fashion. He then matured,
ditched his accent, and assumed the
identity of a mountain sage named
Buffalo Nickelhead for a few years,
then drifted to California and became
an awesome monster of rock. As to what
we should expect to see next, well, as
Ajax used to put it back in 1980,
RARGHRAHAAZHREE!!! RHARHGGHAA!! OOO!!
OOOO! AAAREEERGH!! GHREEEAHR!!!
he's not a true connoisseur of dog
photography, but he knows what he
likes. Although he barely knows me,
Ajax has been very tolerant (and
sometimes even acquiescent) of my odd
schemes and bizarre requests. Ajax,
you are rock and roll. I salute you.
in my little manchelor pad. He was
built up like a colosus in our
collective minds util the day he
stormed our complex!
He was 50 feet tall if he was an inch.
He has hands the size of a bunch of
banannas. His voice boomed like
distant thunder in his chest and he
weilded a mighy broad axe across his
muscle rippled back.
One false move and we would have been a
gooie spot on his Subaru-sized sandals!
stories. he judges me - but with each
story i rise higher and higher in his
mind! my weekend quest is always to be
slutty in some way so i can win his
approval monday morning on IM.
he hates winky's by the way.