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"Undersized and generally wooley."
More about Sparkey
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Schools (Other):
Putney Central 4 evah!
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Occupation:
Glorified Janitor
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Affiliations:
None. (Little man walks alone!)
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Hobbies and Interests:
Yo-Yos, Wrestling, Livestock, Car Accidents
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Favorite Books:
Alan Mendelson, The Boy From Mars by Daniel Pinkwater
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Favorite Movies:
Night of The Day of the Dawn of the Son of the Bride of the Spawn of the Attack of the Terror of the Subhumanoid, Flesh Eating, Crawling, Zombified Living Dead: Part II - In Shocking 2D
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Favorite Music:
Musclhard, King Tuff, The Svenadator, Sicarii, The Foxgloves Family, Mule Train, Jam Her Like Jelly, The Shakes, Bud Chadbourne, Shunatao, The WIld Bud, Madam Morte, The Yankee South, The Curl, Dorks and Buckets, The Reverend Naked Emperor Poopypants
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Favorite TV Shows:
The McNeil/Lehrer News Hour
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About Me:
Undersized and generally wooley.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Small, Dwarflike, Afraid.
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"EEEeeeeewoooooooooooeeeeewooooooooeee
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Cooper pretty friend!
well I took him to see Leon Russel. Now, I
was expecting it to be the two of us and a
bunch of hippys, rednecks, and bikers ... you
know the "my longhair just can't cover up my
redneck" typs. But to my suprise is was a
bunch of EX-hippys the toys that now drive
SUVs, Mini-vans and weekends on Harleys
... ok it wasn't the crowd I expected and
instead of straight bourbon, blood and vomit
on the floor ... we had sparkling cider, wine
and people guarding their purses ... no
seriously ... Sparkey and I would walk
anywere inthe extermely crowded room and
every one would give us a foot space
because of sparkey's pungent b.o. and any
time that foot to two foot space left a purse
these weekend warrors would sent their
children to grab their purse so we did not
snake it!! seriously ... what kind of redneck-
biker show would b.o. be a problem? well,
nothing is sacred any more ... Fu-cking yeppy
breeders have taken over ev
think that if you peeled off his face,
his skull would be a work of art, and we
would display said skull in an art
museum right next to the Constantin
Brancusi marbles. He looks especially
smashing in headbands that sweep back
his greased and tawny locks.
was part of the train. he would stand
around and act like he could play the
bass or whatever and fail to sing
adequate harmonies and such. then one
day we said beat it dude and in a fit of
smelly tears he ran away and started
some shitty other band called
something about the devil. it was really
pathetic.
(about Coop): where's he from? I responded,
"Southern California." I guess they thought that he
just really liked the idea of Vermont!
See there is Cliff Claven (on TV) and then there is
Coop, for the real world. I like to say, "ask Dr.
Coop," because you can be idly chatting about a
slight tenderness in your arm with some flu-like
symptoms and Coop will tell you what it likely is
and how to treat it.
Got a weird ipod question? Coop's your man.
Trying to settle a bet about who wrote a song and
when? Coop's your man.
Feel like playing poker? He'll bring the chips. Feel
like you are gaining the upper hand because he's
been losing a few hands or has been drinking----
THINK AGAIN! Cooper will stay the course and by
the end of the night he will have assisted you with
various trivial questions, taken your money and
made you feel pretty good about it because he is a
funny, charming fellow.
that makes him able to be genius-level
good at lots of random stuff. It's like,
***!SUPER-POWER OF CONCENRATED RADNESS!***
or something.
In a totally unrelated tangent-Two
nights ago I dreamt I was hitchhiking
across the Alberta prairie with Cooper.
We got picked up by the Poet Laureate of
the U.S. and she made innapropriate
advances. Then Cooper opened the door of
the car and we barrel rolled into
oncoming traffic!
AND WE SURVIVED! (i think)
with a penchant, albiet not unhealthy,
for young boys. He looks like a chicken
when he wakes up in the morning and a
ferret most all of the time otherwise. I
have never seen him with no pants and i
bet he makes really funny faces while
getting humped. I once heard something
funny about the red rad in his back
pocket but i can't remeber now what it
was....truely, truely a man of our times.