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"my wu-name is 'smiling leader', my porn name is 'max macintyre',
and my prison bitch name is 'whore'. the world leader i..."
More about Conor
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More About Conor
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Schools (Other):
Syracuse
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College/University:
Syracuse University, Attended - , Class of 1999, Other, sledding, parties, art, design.
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Occupation:
Web & Print Designer/DJ
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Hobbies and Interests:
the reptilians, samurai, pirates, physics, Planck's Constant, M-Theory, beats, rhymes, & life
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Favorite Books:
the elegant universe, general history of the pyrates, secrets of the samurai
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Favorite Movies:
show me ninjas, robots, and explosions and i'll be happy
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Favorite Music:
right now my favorite music is the kind that comes on vinyl discs and, when properly applied, makes people shake their booty, get down, make out, and make love. yum!
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Favorite TV Shows:
The Daily Show, The Colbert Report
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Zodiac Sign:
Scorpio
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About Me:
my wu-name is 'smiling leader', my porn name is 'max macintyre',
and my prison bitch name is 'whore'. the world leader i am most
similar to is Abraham Lincoln. year of the tiger.
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Who I Want to Meet:
other ninjas
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Testimonials and Comments for Conor
guy. xo, n
hooking me up with the left wing and i
got this girl's numbs, turn around, and
he gots three girls up on him. big pimp,
little bike.
shoulders off... dude, how did you
do that book list thing you have?? <3
the window-shade, made me uncomfortably
hot; too hot to get anymore shut eye.
I had fallen asleep at my desk after
returning from a late night stakeout.
I had clumps of hair and blood
plastered to my lapel, a ringing
headache, no memory of the past 36
hours, and a burning need for what
sustains me. Lung-candy and a ringer of
the sauce. I was resolving to put more
dilligence and less bourbon into my
work when I heard a noise from the loo.
The sound of running water, someone
cleaning up. Not in my commode,
goddamnit. I grabbed my Magnum, and
went to the door. It swung open at my
touch.
There stood a hot brunette, early 20's,
built like a goddess. Venus probably.
She was wearing nothing but a small
towel and God's grace.
ahem
She jumped, dropping her towel. I
dropped my pistol. She tried to cover
herself up. "Don't get all modest on my
account, doll."
"Why, Mr. Maher." she cooed.
"Please," I sai
Remember, I can read your mind Mr. large coffee.
saddest dog I make a point to swing by and sniff
conor's balls. They smell like old french cheese.
This may not sound nice to you, but to poodles this
is a wonderful smell. Conor, don't change, or wash
your nuts.
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