I use the SOLOFLEXtm tri-daily...usually with my shirt
off...I have brown shoes, blue pants, and 1-1000 tye-dyes
in my collection (my fav has a smiley face, a bullet in the
head, and a seriously realistic trickle of blood. When I'm
not thinking about gardening(sex), you can usually find me
at the worlds most biggadist, most beautifullest buildings
throughout the world. Oh, and yes, I once got busy in a
Burger King bathroom.
Who I Want to Meet:
people with facial features resembeling vegetables (or
people whose faces I'd like to eat)
Boom boom bam, da da da bam, boom boom
bam, da da da bam, da bam da
bam...solo, whigley whigley whigley
whigley whigley whigley whigley
waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmmm
......................................
or something like that................
Imagine if Cheap Trick were an
experimental rock band from Northern
Kentucky. Imagine if Rick Nielsen
wasn't hideously ugly. Now you have an
understanding of Andy.
Oh, the nostalgia! Like a torrential
deluge it mantled my memory, as clear
flashing images impelled my mind, as
nuance was applied to foggy
remembrances. I envisioned the way he
used to Rockwhen and if I can even use
the term rock is moot; because, what he
did was something much more science
fiction all together. Naked, stark,
bleak he stood with a rabbit skull
resting on his championed erection.
Electric nostrums ebbed from his music
machine, twelve strings, as he wrought
and foraged out excellent cords; the
sound, the catalyst, penetrated the
deepest depths of Hades, and shook
Charon the Boatman's gondola, as it
glistened across the Styx. He wasn't
just a man inclined to wear gingham and
play the guitar; he was a myth, a
philosophical lore, a god. Andy
Dandy.
I wuz in jail with all of the original
members of Metallica, even the dead guy-
-he smelled like rotting flesh but they
were still draggin his ass around with
them. They got picked up for
jaywalking. Lars is such a bitch, he
sat in the corner and cried the whole
time. It was cool because Kevin Poole
stole my bitches and went out to eat
while he was supposed to be bailin my
ass out!!!!!!!!!
i saw andy do a stale-fish down a
staircase and land like an animated
character against a glass door. he
then slid down it and bled for an
hour......the whole thing was like a
bad episode of tom and jerry. if you
bleed next to andy he will always let
you sit on his lap-lap.
not only did mr. andy not laugh at my
love for eazy-e, but he upped the anty
with the dayton family. we may be
white, but.......well, no. we're just
white.
andy and i once dropped our drawers in
the coca cola museum only to expose
ourselves to tourists. we then found
ourselves slamming our privates in the
clothing drawers' of others.
bam, da da da bam, da bam da
bam...solo, whigley whigley whigley
whigley whigley whigley whigley
waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmmm
......................................
or something like that................
experimental rock band from Northern
Kentucky. Imagine if Rick Nielsen
wasn't hideously ugly. Now you have an
understanding of Andy.
deluge it mantled my memory, as clear
flashing images impelled my mind, as
nuance was applied to foggy
remembrances. I envisioned the way he
used to Rockwhen and if I can even use
the term rock is moot; because, what he
did was something much more science
fiction all together. Naked, stark,
bleak he stood with a rabbit skull
resting on his championed erection.
Electric nostrums ebbed from his music
machine, twelve strings, as he wrought
and foraged out excellent cords; the
sound, the catalyst, penetrated the
deepest depths of Hades, and shook
Charon the Boatman's gondola, as it
glistened across the Styx. He wasn't
just a man inclined to wear gingham and
play the guitar; he was a myth, a
philosophical lore, a god. Andy
Dandy.
members of Metallica, even the dead guy-
-he smelled like rotting flesh but they
were still draggin his ass around with
them. They got picked up for
jaywalking. Lars is such a bitch, he
sat in the corner and cried the whole
time. It was cool because Kevin Poole
stole my bitches and went out to eat
while he was supposed to be bailin my
ass out!!!!!!!!!
staircase and land like an animated
character against a glass door. he
then slid down it and bled for an
hour......the whole thing was like a
bad episode of tom and jerry. if you
bleed next to andy he will always let
you sit on his lap-lap.
love for eazy-e, but he upped the anty
with the dayton family. we may be
white, but.......well, no. we're just
white.
master of the 10 sided die! His armor
class is -10 which pretty much makes
him impossible to hit.
the coca cola museum only to expose
ourselves to tourists. we then found
ourselves slamming our privates in the
clothing drawers' of others.
Viagra. Maybe we should squeeze the
hot sauce out of Kevin's testicles.
You know he stores it in the pouch.
still manages to smell baby fresh. a
"dead-baby-in-a-week-old-diaper"
fresh.