Very well, where should I begin? I was born in NY but have lived in Boston for 8 yrs. I work for a finance company, play rugby(really, you can google me and that's what you will come up with) and travel a bunch for both.
I'm as cheesy as they come, not because I really am, but because it's funny and I like to make people laugh. If you can't laugh at yourself, who can you laugh at?
"My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims, like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. A sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. If I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard, really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fifteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum. At the age of eighteen, I went off to evil medical school."I currently live in Charlestown, or Chuck-City as I like to call it. If you've never been to Boston, you should come, but not between November and April. Then it sucks. You run the risk of having it snow, rain, be dark out at 3pm and be -20 and 90 degrees all in 4 hours. Also, the townies like to tell you how awesome this place is...Central Park is bigger. You could walk the length of Boston in 30 minutes.
It is however, pretty dope once you learn your way around and figure out that a street that was opened one day, will most likely not exist the next.
I'm not knocking it, just saying...I mean, I've been to Beverly Hills and if you cross the wrong street you're in the ghetto, so I am just managing expectations.Usually I could talk about myself for hours...but that's all I got for now.
*Quotes stolen from Dr. Evil.
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I'd like to meet:
"Whoeva...I'm a friendly guy! BUT, don't just throw an add at me and not drop me a line!!
"Check The Hoff off the list!! No pics of he and I though b/c you don't hassle The Hoff
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Tree Jumping
Tree Jumping is a tradition that was started on New Years Eve 2005. It is akin to the Festivus Feats of Strength. We were at a party at my friend Rob's house and another friend of mine came up with th... Posted by on Mon, 13 Feb 2006 18:12:00 GMT
