ChapStick, cooking/BBQing w/friends, phobics, 1977 Camaros, SEC football, beachy things, sleeping in public arenas specifically Plummer Park, hiking, stars (in the sky), croquet, travel, sunmuthafuckinshine, scuba diving with chicks, things that rhyme with "orange", trannies, super tall palm trees, cheese - any and all kinds, women and women who love melcryptovestimentaphiliacs who love dry vodka martinis with lemon twists, HCF, bocci ball, dental dams, tennis, "It's Just Lunch", quantum physics, polydactyl orphans...and, or course, wampum.
Tasty little flowers, a cluricaun, Lynyrd Skynard - the gym teacher, an ecobioretoethomorphophysiocytophylogeneticist with a keen sense of humour, Errol Flynn, and Jimmy the Progeriac...oh, unknown bands and hookers...aaaaaaaaaand this guy: Lastly, other people who aren't really interested in me.
Can't play but love to listen.
I offer back "Rental or theatre", oh wise sage. Oddly, a strange amnesic affect overwhelms me when I try to recall movie titles...for now, Bottle Rocket and Dead Poets Society. I am a sad clown.
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The Sett, Jitterbug Perfume, Brave New World, Man's Search for Meaning, PG Wodehouse, The Fountainhead, Confederacy of Dunces, Atlas Shrugged, Chicken, Adios Muchachos, You Got Nothing Coming...and other books I haven't read.
Citizen Brotteaux...and unrelatedly I want to reinstate the fatwah on Salman Rushie. UPDATE: Fatwah off, I say! Padme left him.