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after 25 or so beers
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"I've got all my hair and teeth; I keep them in a bag under the bed. The only thing I HATE more than Burning Man/Coachella..."
More about Jonny
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Messaging Off[Restricted to Jonny's friends] |
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Schools (Other):
Sonoma State, CalArts Sucks
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Occupation:
Kosher Butcher
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Affiliations:
G.I. Gurdjieff, http://tarawa.us
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Hobbies and Interests:
Leather, Bourbon
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Favorite Books:
Mean On Sunday
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Favorite Movies:
Bring It On
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Favorite Music:
NoMeansNo, Opeth, Killdozer, Fuck you if you like Radiohead, Minutemen, Cop Shoot Cop, Electric Wizard, Burried at Sea, Alice Donut, Fantamos
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Favorite TV Shows:
http://www.ruthlessreviews.com/tv/top10tv2004.html
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About Me:
I've got all my hair and teeth; I keep them in a bag under the bed. The only thing I HATE more than Burning Man/Coachella are people on Friendster who post pictures of themsleves at Burning Man/Coachella. FUCK YOU! No one cares! At all! I mean, if Coachella is a defining moment in your existence, you might as well put a gun in your mouth and sqeeze the fucking trigger. Ditto for burning man. I used to be able to lift really heavy shit. Not so much these days.
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Who I Want to Meet:
If I see one more fucking girl describe a female friend of theirs as "the most beautiful, hottest, sexiest AND intelligent girl in the world," I'm going to be fucking sick. She ain't, OK? Moreover, I'm sure it makes you feel better to lie and say shit like that, but your jealousy is transparent. Also, beginning a testimonial with, "What can I say..." is a waste of everybody's fucking time, so if you don't know what you can say, don't say fucking anything, capiche? Oh, um, sluts with big jugs would be nice. Or under age Mexican chicks who are into Slayer and Opeth. And damn it... Freindster truly sucks: http://profiles.myspace.com/users/12574519
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especially when he uses his slide rule
and a scientific calculator to measure
his, uh, self. Hide your daughters,
indeed!!
than me. He's welcome at my place
anyday.
whose middle name is jewy jew-jew, not you.
so there.
i'm already scared.
sausages?
ever. (seriously, don't even bother.) however,
he'll happily bestow pearl necklaces upon any
compliant female--up to thrice daily! just
don't forget to close your eyes. (trust me.)
years, but since he spelled my name
wrong I rejected his testimonial.