You might know me from my previous body of work as a
childhood commercial star for diaper rash products (I
was the "before" child). After my 5 year sojourn thru the
depths of the deep jungle in Papua New Guinea, I
came back to start my career as a puppet proctologist (I
find "patients" relax when being probed by a furry friend
rather than cold hard steel or digital intrusion).
Unfortunately that didn't pan out, so I now design video
game strategy guides and download lots of porn.
Who I Want to Meet:
I hope to meet my long lost siamese brother, Armand.
We went our separate ways back in 1983 after a
dispute over who ate more of the jujubees while
watching Children of the Corn (I think the wuss just got
scared and made an excuse to sneak out before he wet
*our* pants). But now I wish to reconcile and reconnect
with the brother I once had. Armand, are you out there?
I also want to meet former TV child stars who are now adult movie actresses, or adult movie actresses that are now TV child stars.
psst, hey. Don't tell greg, but I'm infiltrating his
Gregorian Asian Mustache Liberation, um, Group.
Deep cover stuff, man. Sometimes I gotta remind
myself I'm with the good guys. The clean shaven
guys. I'm waiting for my moment--just the exact
perfect moment--to wax those pathetic lipwarmers
clean off their faces while they sleep. Assassinate
their macho delusions. But I'm losing my mind a
little here. It's week 4. I have to keep reminding
myself, I'm a mole. I'm a mole. Thanks for listening,
now I have to kill you.
This guy has introduced me to the
wondrousness of super mochi, and the
deliciousity that is pizza paul. If I turn into one
of those super obese dudes who can't leave
the house without being lifted by a crane, it's
his fault!
gregory is such a nice guy. we don't
talk as often as we should but
seriously, you can feel his all around
nice guy vibes floating from
silverlake straight into my bedroom in
vancouver. wowowowow.
One night, I was travelling through a
forest path fumbling towards my
apartment. Suddenly, I saw a flash.
A gang of woodchucks had surrounded me
equipped with samurai swords and fiji
water bottles. I could barely make a
sound, chattering my teeth in horror.
Enter Gregory with his gang of cats
engaging in paw to paw combat with the
woodchucks. thanks Gregory, I owe you
one!
Testimonials and Comments for Gregory
HOT, HA! YOU COME HERE AND WATCH
LAKERS. BRING PIZZA.
product of interracial love. I can't
watch BET without him around.
number whan.
Gregorian Asian Mustache Liberation, um, Group.
Deep cover stuff, man. Sometimes I gotta remind
myself I'm with the good guys. The clean shaven
guys. I'm waiting for my moment--just the exact
perfect moment--to wax those pathetic lipwarmers
clean off their faces while they sleep. Assassinate
their macho delusions. But I'm losing my mind a
little here. It's week 4. I have to keep reminding
myself, I'm a mole. I'm a mole. Thanks for listening,
now I have to kill you.
will talk them into growing a mustache in the
name of "science"...bastard...
wondrousness of super mochi, and the
deliciousity that is pizza paul. If I turn into one
of those super obese dudes who can't leave
the house without being lifted by a crane, it's
his fault!
likes to eat...and beat his meat! All ye before
him, lick his feet, kiss his seat...and sing
TWEET TWEET!!
gregory. he is a good role model. he
has a wonderful life, a wonderful
home, and wonderful cats.
talk as often as we should but
seriously, you can feel his all around
nice guy vibes floating from
silverlake straight into my bedroom in
vancouver. wowowowow.
forest path fumbling towards my
apartment. Suddenly, I saw a flash.
A gang of woodchucks had surrounded me
equipped with samurai swords and fiji
water bottles. I could barely make a
sound, chattering my teeth in horror.
Enter Gregory with his gang of cats
engaging in paw to paw combat with the
woodchucks. thanks Gregory, I owe you
one!