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Brain

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About Me

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My Interests

Manufacturing relaxation tapes, splendid african pots, collecting gypsum heads, dough eating, trading ice hockey cards, riverdance, pickling toenails, howling, living above the oiltank, spitting down from the balcony, hiding boogers under my mattress

I'd like to meet:

Hordeolum Flippant who I believe was raised by monkeys (she's my ex mother-in-law) and maybe Ranitidine Ranbaxy and his lovely wife Cleo Pelletier who live in the caves high up in the plateau of Netherlands

Music:

Helmut Lotti, Il Divo, Francis Goya, Finntroll, Eurovision Song Contest, The Melancholic Alcoholics of Armenia, The Turkish Smokers Cough Choir

Movies:

Unknown Soldier (B/W version), Barbie under Ken's Spell, Ali Baba - the Ultimate Peel Collector (chinese political version)

Television:

The Rise of the Triffids, Angel's Touch, yoghurt advertisements

Books:

101 Ways to jump over a dead lady with your wheelchair and other splendid DIY stories by Deaf Bats, The religion of grinding teeth by Loma Ileva Gandhi, The ultimate escort guide part 43: How to detach earplugs in a sophisticated way by Estrange Unipolar, Kamasutra

Heroes:

Stormy Viswanathan, Knight Rider, Pavarotti, my cousin Krutko Konstantin who is allergic to dead herrings and Stupina Olga. Well who wouldn't be allergic to Stupina Olga?? My all time hero is definately Palle Ibsen!!!

My Blog

Southern sun.

The sun high up in the sky, a row of palmtrees throwing tall shadows on the burning hot street, a beach, a glimpse of light reflecting from the sea nearby. Such a perfect day under the southern sun. T...
Posted by Brain on Sat, 21 Apr 2007 04:52:00 PST

The story behind...

Pashkov Maxim was a gigolo. He had hairy chest, muscular arms and a tan that reminded me of molten mud. Women found him extremely handsome despite of his hunchback and overgrown toenails. Pashkov Maxi...
Posted by Brain on Mon, 19 Mar 2007 12:23:00 PST

It was dark and stormy night...

Sometimes I wonder if I exist at all. Last night I had a supernatural feeling of actually being a lump of cheese. You know one of those greasy ones forgotten in the back of the ref...
Posted by Brain on Fri, 09 Mar 2007 12:29:00 PST

It happened again.

I have to tell you that the toilet seats around here are extremely unergonomically designed. As I tiptoed to do my thing in every morning fashion, sat carelessly on the edge of the seat and opened the...
Posted by Brain on Fri, 02 Mar 2007 03:11:00 PST