Friendster - John Peterson

Testimonials and Comments for John

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Monsieur Peterson, what fantastic photographs you have! Truly a pleasure to look through. I expect no less from you and Claire.

Posted
For one whole year, John held me down and forced slammers down my throat. He is the reason I have (so much) hair on my chest. It is through John that I also learned about Scientology, which has provided me with wonderful reading material and invitations to benefit dinners with movie stars. Whenever I am low or simply have a dark thought, I remember John whispering in my ear these sage words: "Take the fucking slammer, Squirrel Nut, take the fucking slammer."

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John once told me that the safest place to fart is next to the cheese and for that reason, alone, he is the sunshine of my life.
honey... you and me and general sherman forever.

Audubon
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I remember the Terrible Brooklyn Windshield Incident of 2003. We almost lost Peterson forever. It was enough to make any man want to write children's books. John is like a progressive biochemical engineering firm, or a hybrid car company: he makes you want to invest everything in him. Seriously, with hair like that, this kid is going places. I'd at least bequeath all my remaining patterned shirts.

Hollah!

Michael Cyril
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everyone wanted to suck his balls in college. few got the chance.
such a fine man.
such a good man.
i miss him.

Katie
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Chillin' with Petersen is like the best summer vacation EVER! Now we just got to figure out how to turn this into the Endless Summer - skating, surfing..all the live long day, traveling to all the chillest spots, drinking beers, chilling with the peeps, playing "Deh Funneh Bunneh," and most importantly, never ever stop being dongers...and that Petersen will be really GREAT, but between you and I....I think we can do it!

Posted
Back in '89 I was 8 years old. The budding commodities trader back then has failed to manifest itself in my adult life. Our flash of brilliance flared ever so brightly and now we are left with naught. Sigh............pork bellys! We had such high hopes too!

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We were drinking one night; John disappeared. He reemerged many hours later from an underground parking lot wearing nothing but flip-flops, a leopard robe and an afro. Did anyone ask any questions?
No.
That was Tuesday night.
That was John.

Posted
I totally had a dream about you last
night... we'll just leave it at that.
This is a family site.