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Interested In:
Friends
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Member Since:
Apr 2003
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Hometown:
Flying J Truckstop
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Kenny's URL:
http://profiles.friendster.com/illbilly
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Other education:
your mamma. yo damn.
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Occupation:
Ex-Ninja
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Affiliations:
illbilly.com
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What I enjoy doing:
loitering, meat helmets, testimonials
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Favorite Movies:
evolutionthemusical.com
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Zodiac Sign:
Taurus
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About Me:
Kenny Taylor was born in a Burning Man porta-potty. He once spent the night on a mound of dirt in a massive rainstorm because his father, Pope Benedict XVI, insisted that Kenny “didn’t have the balls to sleep outside”. Kenny has pictures of your mom naked, although they are not in his regular masturbation rotation. His health insurance plan is the Blue Cross PPO 3500.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Open-minded ladies to fulfill fantasy on a
magic carpet ride to Devils Tower Wyoming. Must be able to
travel Friday. Don't worry its all groovy. Costumes a
plus. Must be flexible. References not necessary.
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well... maybe it's like getting double wheat and triple ore on an eight. or like being birthed into a sea of strangers who tell you the best things about yourself. like getting a smile that just might someday kill you.
actually, it's like getting a four-handed blow job. it's -exactly- like that.
at the beginning of a sunrise. energy FILLED with
colors and excitement, entranced by the unknown
day ahead. he is the very definition of FUN and
he's left a mark on my little heart after leaving
san francisco. shit, i just may have to go back so
he can remind me what it's like to truly laugh and
melt into a day of california goodness!
you talking to that other friendster.
It's over. We're through! Dick.
Flying J on Mars for a long overdue
heart-to-heart.
outside the local possum-stuffing shop
and she's stopping by to drop off some
goods. Girl notes boy. She follows
the jaunty gait into the K-mart
superstore 20 miles from town and gives
her bosom an upward shove. Boy meets
girl. Febreeze is on special. They
converge in the beef jerkey aisle and
passions rise. He yanks a package from
the shelf and tears it open with his
flashing tooth. Deep barbeque aromas
fill the air and she is drawn to his
sweat-stained side. She takes a long,
wide piece and sucks hard. He grins
without mystery and runs to the toy
aisle. She feels his urgency and runs
to the baking goods aisle. They meet
on aisle five with preparations in
hand: lard, helmets--slip 'n slide.
She's still sucking... he's starting to
salivate. Does K-mart get any better
than this? A "yee-haw" escapes his
tense jaws... and she says... "Randi?
Cous Randi... is that you?"
in Dubuque, buying some Hot Wheels
corvettes, because I liked Hot Wheels
corvettes. I mostly ended up with
subaru hatchbacks, but that was because
of the gas mileage, and because I'm a
practical kinda guy. I gotta tell you -
Linda Carter, she really had that
lasso on back then. I musta been like
8 or 9 or 10 at the time. The only
time I ever seen her in person.
first time I saw him doing a jig on a
haystack in front of K-Mart...I knew I
was in love.
where you shit, but instead it's how you
do it." I thought about that for a
couple of days in a meditative state. I
still don't know what it means, but all
this shit talk sure is making me horny!
herpes?