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Mr. LaPatrick

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About Me

I am an arrogant, self-righteous, confused little elf, cursed with the vision of Cassandra, the wrath of Neptune, and the heart of Omelas. I have a penchant for loose and obscure references that probably don't mean anything .... but how would you know? I hide my heart in my back pocket and wear my grocery list on my sleeve. My least favorite bodily fluid is bile, and my favorite is too rare to even mention. I like the way a dead fetus makes a metallic thud when it hits the floor of a spaceship. I am kind to people I love, and really mean to people I don't like. My hobbies include getting up in arms about stupid shit and letting important things roll off my back. I also like listening to people say fucked up things, and then washing it down with a jack & coke. I will spend the rest of my life trying to figure how, even with the help of horses, they couldn't put Humpty together again. Surely the horses should have succeeded. A new development - i am the proud owner of a two pronged penis - both prongs over 12" long. I can do two broads at once, provided they're amputees with complimentary amputated legs.

My Interests

The Mentally ill, Conservative Pundits, Liberal Zealots, Candlepin Bowling, Shitty Bars, Late Night Fat Consumption, Artificial Cheese, Gullible Idiots, Aloe Vera, 100% deet, Being retardedly drunk, being frighteningly sober...

I'd like to meet:

well-spoken babies, self-loathing hipsters, ugly chicks who wear a lot of makeup, hot chicks who still wear non-functional belts, displaced sex kittens, hockey players, japanese film makers, spam sluts, cry babies, phenylkeutenorics, anyone who uses m-e-a-t as a transitive verb, insomniacs who don't whine about it, the gay and drunk keifer sutherland, the sober gary the retard, cheryl hines, and fake people.

Music:

2 minute songs with nasty pop hooks and a whiny, almost emasculine, male singer, who sings like a castrated brit but is really canadian, and it's all mashed up with shades of the cure and shades of les savy fav, modest mouse, mercury rev, built to spill, neutral milk hotel, yo la tengo. In fact, just play goodnight, goodnight, and i'm good, at least for now. also it helps to jack a nursery rhyme rhythm or some christmas carol shit and play it with a saw. the saw is actually the most important thing. but more important than that is the aforementioned castrated canadian. also i should mention, i have a soft spot in my heart for welsh people, but not so much that i like the band catatonia.

Movies:

make a recommendation. Here's some samples. Cable Guy, Donnie Darko, Rushmore, Amelie, Big Lebowski, The Princess Bride, 12 Monkeys, She's All That, True Romance, Flirting with Disaster, and anything involving Time Travel, future dystopia, or nostalgia. Find me some shit like that. And let me know if there was a movie that everyone hated, but you think is good, and don't say Zoolander, because it's a real piece of shit.

Television:

Simpsons, Family Guy, The Daily Show, Hardball w/ Chris Matthews, 24, History Channel, South Park, Lifetime Movies, City Confidential, Seinfeld, Naked Chef, Everyday Italian, American Chopper, Bullshit, Three's Company, Live Sports, Curb Your Enthusiasm, Six Feet Under, Deadwood.

Books:

The OED, Going Nucular, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, Catch-22, Stupid White Men, things by Bill Bryson, things about technology taking over the world, Blood Orchids, Lies My Teacher told me, my 1962 Edition of World Book because JFK's still alive and white people are called caucasoids. And generally anything nonfiction about government fuckovers, diseases, & love.

My Blog

Check out this event: Patrick Kellys Birthday Ruined My Saturday

Hosted By: Marissa MeleWhen: Saturday Oct 20, 2007 at 9:00 PMWhere: Patrick and Marissa's House1208 South Clarion StreetPhiladelphia, PA 19147United StatesDescription:Marissa Mele Click Here To View E...
Posted by Mr. LaPatrick on Thu, 11 Oct 2007 02:57:00 PST

the biggest thing in Delaware County

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Posted by Mr. LaPatrick on Fri, 01 Jun 2007 12:27:00 PST

Static Tourist (rough additions)

However brazen my lead laden belly had become in the face of boiled fat, and french fries soaked in room temperature corn oil, I did not trust its seaworthiness. So on i went to the apothecary to prep...
Posted by Mr. LaPatrick on Tue, 16 Jan 2007 08:20:00 PST

An open letter to Matthew T.

Hey goatfucker. I mean that in the nicest possible way, which i guess would be G.O.A.T. (Greatest Of All Time) fucker. Which means you fucked Muhammed Ali. That's pretty cool, but it sucks that you ha...
Posted by Mr. LaPatrick on Tue, 16 Jan 2007 08:14:00 PST

swm seeking sexy pony for horseplay

a week ago my roommate was telling me about a girl who works at a restaurant who reminds him of a pony. the ponyness being the good thing - the thing that makes him want to do things to her. I just la...
Posted by Mr. LaPatrick on Mon, 20 Nov 2006 08:57:00 PST

small piece of fiction - a beginning to nothing

The Unbearable Sad Truth is Rather Funny  It was awful. My mothers funeral. I was there. And so were the rest of them. All of them. The peripatetic figurines. Wandering trolls and shifty gnome...
Posted by Mr. LaPatrick on Thu, 06 Apr 2006 09:47:00 PST

pygmies and bacardi

One of the truer adages i've ever heard went something like "englishmen are madder than 28 pygmies in a square picnic basket".  i'm not quite sure if that expression is still as popular today as ...
Posted by Mr. LaPatrick on Tue, 14 Feb 2006 09:20:00 PST

whatever happened to pong?

     A few weeks ago, I went to the Nat Sherman store in Manhattan. The gentleman who sold me cigarettes was called an "expert tobacconist". He was just a cashier, but the people a...
Posted by Mr. LaPatrick on Mon, 13 Feb 2006 01:08:00 PST

what up with them dickheads?

    i was a bit disappointed to discover that my boss is a republican. he revealed this not only through the fact that he is a spineless, brainless, racist, sexist, elitest shit box, bu...
Posted by Mr. LaPatrick on Mon, 16 Jan 2006 09:28:00 PST

send the flowers to my widow and make it out to cash

whatever i just left at the bottom of the turlet was not the work of a healthy man. i even checked to make sure there wasn't a dead squirrel in there. there wasn't. now i'm, worried.
Posted by Mr. LaPatrick on Tue, 10 Jan 2006 07:47:00 PST