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Willem el vagabundo

Love is a battlefield.

About Me

Rin-Pyo-Toh-Sha-Kai-Jin-Rets'-Zai-Zen... NIN!
I'm so cool I give myself frostbite when I masturbate. I am Big Willy aka glokoma the sickness... a pretty faced Ron Jeremy (with a heart of gold)... I am very wild and fun and party-friendly (whatever that means)... I am a big dude, if any girls out there like that, feel free to holla (and holla back... and so forth, you know how it is)... I'm an artist, a singer, a rapper and a song writer... I love life... I am just the shit, you're gonna have to trust me... I am a student, and I work in a Law Library ...ps, don't get the wrong idea from my group list... I'm not really like that... well... not really :) BOW BEFORE THE MAMMOTH! lol--------------------------------------------------------- -- Alternate intro: my name is Willem. I am a writer/student/IT guy/Sex Guru/The coolest man alive. I have more style than those "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy" guys, without the penchant for man-man buggery. I enjoy out of control bacchanals with scantily clad fashion models, drinking wines with suggestive names (such as "The Other"), reading, watching movies, writing my novel, driving, smoking marijuana, dancing, drawing, dressing like a GQ model, and making double entendres... because let's face it, I'm bringing sexy back.I rock the "boy band chinstrap"... I am the innovator of a new style of dress that I call "Rebel with a Job"... where I combine business attire with my leather jacket and Reeboks. In a year or so, people will be dressing this way all over the place. I'm always ahead of the trends... I wish those MTV bastards would stop copying me.I have a soft spot for animals and small children... so I'll be all cool and mobsteresque one second, and then immediately go all fuzzy and soft when I come into contact with a kitten or toddler... or a toddler with a kitten... all that sentimental bullshit. I am the quintessential "bad boy with a heart of gold." ------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------Alternate intro 2: I'm Willy...I'm extremely amorous. I'm also smarter than everyone and I'm a real dick about it! ;pI'm the biggest and the baddest, but at heart, I've got a giant soft spot. I rock black leather and pimp curls... but I'll totally go soft over a small child or a fuzzy animal... I like making pretty girls smile. I like making less pretty girls feel prettier. I just like girls... especially "exotic looking" girls. I'm loose with my mouth sometimes, but I never get fresh unless I get a clear cue. Give me an inch, I take an inch.I also like martial arts, philosophy, literature (I'm trying to be a novelist), art and making art, music: singing and playing my keyboard, studying the arts of the kama sutra, cooking (well), movies, weed, good wine, and high impact sex in the reverse cowgirl position... ummmm... what else?I'm funny as hell, and will, at least once in your lifetime, make you piss yourself laughing. Be prepared.
Introducción alternitiva numero tres (en español): Me llamo Willy. Soy un hombre para el siglo nuevo. Mi mente es por mi gente. Mi gente son todos los gentes. Me gusta las mujeres, no chicas, mujeres. Solo crecida y atractiva. No soy “R Kelly”. Puedo hago lo todo. Me gusta bailar, soy bueno. Llámeme “MJ”, porque tengo los movimientos. Hablo las palabras cuales hacen tus rodillas temblan. Rico, Rico. Guillermo el suave… pero no soy un papichulo. Hablo estas palabras solomente a ver una sonrisa en tu cara. Soy salvaje… un pocito, pero soy muy fiel. Mis amigos son muy importantes. Me gusta comer… todos las cocinas del mundo. Es lo porqué soy grande. Estudio los artes marcíales. Soy el ninja, “Yoshifuji”. Es el ninja de las montañas. Puedo mato una persona con mis dedos, pero paso la trayectoria de paz. Llevo una chaqueta de piel, negro. Soy el hombre mas chévere en todo el mundo.
PIX!Pretty in profile
I'm hairy like the wolf... too much testosterone
Give us a kiss
I got big lips...
Your Seduction Style: Ideal Lover
You seduce people by tapping into their dreams and desires. And because of this sensitivity, you can be the ideal lover for anyone you seek. You are a shapeshifter - bringing romance, adventure, spirituality to relationships. It all depends on who your with, and what their vision of a perfect relationship is.
Your Love Type: ESTP
The Doer
In love, you are charming, and known for sweeping people off their feet.
For you, sex is fun and a great way to be in the moment with someone.
Overall, you are witty, generous, and flirty.
However, you tend to ignore conflict and get bored with people easily.
Best matches: ISFJ or ISTJ What's Your Love Type? What Is Your Seduction Style?I'm more than a hustler I'm the definition of it. Master chef, lord of the kitchen cupboard.My Personal Philosophy:

My Interests

partying... martial artsSpring legs hurt!... music (Rapping and singing and producing)... cartoons... movies... more partying... sweet sweet lovin

I'd like to meet:

girls... and George Bush so I could slap the shit out of him... and Biggie Smalls' ghost... and record producersAmy Winehouse seems like a down ass chick to me...I bet her parties are all the rage!BOOM BOOMI hold it down for my peoples!

Music:

Notorious BIG RIP

Movies:

I am a movie buff... I have seen too many to list favorites

Television:

Family Guy, Futurama, Sopranos, Batman the Animated adventures, Deadwood, Reno 911, etcPart 1Part 2

Books:

Budding Prospects by TC Boyle... read it

Heroes:

Micheal Moore, Batman, Bruce Lee, George Jung (as portrayed by Johnny Depp), Snoop Doggy Dogg, Dr Dre, Ice Cube, Easy E, Mc Ren, Biggie, Pac, Jay Z, Bill Clinton, Bob Marley, etc ----------------------------------- More Powerful than a locomotive! Not too fast, ladies, takes his time! Able to leap away from crazy bitches on instinct! Fighting for Truth, Justice, and the Pimp Science! Look in the sky! It's a bird. It's a plane. No, it's the SUPER CHILLY PIMP cuz he's so fly!Da dananana daaaaaa daaaaaaa daaaaaa Da dananana da daaa daaaaaaaaaa*B Boy stance*

My Blog

My Story Part 14: Moms Line, the Present, and the Future

Before I get accused of being patriarchal... My mother was born in Glen Rock, New Jersey. My maternal grandfather is a tough old man! His mother ran a textile mill in Paterson, NJ... one of the few wo...
Posted by Willem el vagabundo on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 09:35:00 PST

My Story: Part 13: All growed up

When JC let me down, it hit me hard... really hard. I’ve been rejected many times before... and in a much harsher way than JC rejected me. It shouldn’t have bothered me as much as it did, ...
Posted by Willem el vagabundo on Fri, 28 Mar 2008 12:36:00 PST

My Story: Part 12: The inner battle

I graduated from ECC. My life was still crazy, but I was still very goal oriented, even as the goals shifted. I transferred to Rutgers University, the Newark campus. They don’t offer communicati...
Posted by Willem el vagabundo on Fri, 21 Mar 2008 02:02:00 PST

My Story: Part 11: Adventures as an entrepeneur

The warehouse lets all its seasonal workers go in the fall... So I returned to school full time, my pockets swelled with a FAT wad of cash. I walked around with a $2500 knot in my pocket, because I di...
Posted by Willem el vagabundo on Fri, 14 Mar 2008 08:40:00 PST

My Story: Part 10: Hard work

Eventually, my unemployment ran out. It was time once again to find a job. My good friend Josito and I were both in the same boat... Josito found a job working for a repuatable moving company (a large...
Posted by Willem el vagabundo on Fri, 07 Mar 2008 10:04:00 PST

My Story: Part 9: Pimp slapping the government into paying for my degree

I returned to the New Jersey unemployment office. Those checks come in handy! Of course they made me attend seminars and shit about how to apply for work... they gave such priceless advice as "Don&rsq...
Posted by Willem el vagabundo on Thu, 28 Feb 2008 08:02:00 PST

My Story: Part 8: Building frames and game

I found a job at the Willowbrook mall... the one thing keeping Wayne, NJ on the map. Willowbrook is a big ass mall... thousands and thousands of people go through there every day. They're usually hiri...
Posted by Willem el vagabundo on Sat, 23 Feb 2008 11:54:00 PST

My Story: Part 7: The Florist’s Assistant.

The life of a man ruled by chance and destiny... it's random.Desperate for a job, with only a couple unemployment checks left. A friend of my mother's recommended me for a job as the florist's assista...
Posted by Willem el vagabundo on Sat, 16 Feb 2008 09:11:00 PST

My Story: Part 6: Willy goes broke.

I owed the bursar more money than I made in a year...My contract with Bloomfield College was up for renewal. It wasn't renewed... even though I was the only employee who actually showed up for work on...
Posted by Willem el vagabundo on Mon, 11 Feb 2008 03:22:00 PST

My Story: Part 5: "The Pimpening"

So I was in Bloomfield College, causing general ruckus... practicing kung fu in the quad, and executing jumping crescent kicks and spin moves in hope of impressing women. Eating free food. Making seri...
Posted by Willem el vagabundo on Sat, 09 Feb 2008 09:08:00 PST