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They Call Me Mr. Dibbs

I'm pretty sure there's a lot more to life than being really, really good looking. And I plan on fin

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Now that's a real shame when folks be throwin' away a perfectly good white boy like that.I think I'm a nice guy but, I guess that's best left up to your own opinion. All I know is that when I spot something I want, I go get it. Work hard, play even harder. That's my motto. That and "Everybody Wang-Chung Tonight". But, I don't take myself too seriously. You only live once and if you're not doing something you enjoy...what's the point?You shouldn't take life to seriously. You'll never get out alive.

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I'd like to meet:

People who aren't assholes. Kinda hard to do here in the Garden State. (I think it's something in the water) Somebody PLEASE prove me wrong!One last thing... don't ask me to add you as a friend unless you actually plan to contact me once in a while because I don't want to be one of those people who has a million people on their list just to look cool or whatever the motivation is. If you have a million people on your list and actually do keep in touch with them, good for you. That's super. If you're always thinking about the future, then you kinda forget about the present.

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"Now you will receive us. We do not ask for your poor or your hungry. We do not want your tired and sick. It is your corrupt we claim. It is your evil that will be saught by us. With every breath we shall hunt them down. Each day we will spill their blood 'til it rains down from the skies. Do not kill, do not rape, to not steal. These are principles, which every man of every faith can embrace. These are not polite suggestions, these are codes of behavior and those of you that ignore them will pay the dearest cost. There are varying degrees of evil. We urge you lesser forms of filth not to push the bounds and cross over into true corruption, into our domain. But if you do, one day you will look behind you and you will see we three, and on that day, you will reap it. And we will send you to whatever god you wish. And shepherds we shall be, for thee my Lord for thee, power hath descended forthfrom thy hand, that our feet may swiftly carry out thy command. We shall flow a river forth to thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be. In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti."

Television:

I'm still pissed that they took THE TICK off the air. (The cartoon not the one with Putty) SPOON! Other than that...Entourage is about the only thing worth watching.
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Books:

A Salty Piece of Land, Tales From Margaritaville, Where's Joe Merchant, Following The Equator (Yes, I really DID read it!), Anything by Dean Koontz or Ann Rice.------------------------------------------------------- -- Be good and you will be lonely. - Mark Twain

Heroes:

Those who take it to the limit and aren't afraid to run with the ball.
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Christmas Disappointment

I know how it feels to be disappointed. When I was seven years old, no eight, all I wanted for Christmas was a new red bicycle. My favorite uncle, Uncle Alfresco, swore to me that he would buy me that...
Posted by They Call Me Mr. Dibbs on Fri, 05 Oct 2007 03:24:00 PST

Ah, jeeze! Amber tagged me!

1) Each player starts with 10 random facts/habits about themselves.2) People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.3) At the end of your blog, you n...
Posted by They Call Me Mr. Dibbs on Wed, 08 Aug 2007 07:37:00 PST

The Sopranos Finale

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE??????   (Coming soon: Things I learned from watching the Sapranos series finale.)
Posted by They Call Me Mr. Dibbs on Mon, 11 Jun 2007 07:44:00 PST

The details of my life......

The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for...
Posted by They Call Me Mr. Dibbs on Tue, 27 Mar 2007 02:17:00 PST

Let's talk about the weather

What's to talk about? It SUCKS! I can't be outside more than 10 minutes without my nuts freezing to my thigh. I know there are other places in the world that are laughing at those of us in the Northea...
Posted by They Call Me Mr. Dibbs on Wed, 07 Feb 2007 01:42:00 PST

Nobody loves me, everybody hates me...

Ever had one of those years where nothing seems to be going your way? Nuff said. I'm not here to cry.
Posted by They Call Me Mr. Dibbs on Mon, 04 Dec 2006 02:37:00 PST

Something creepy

I was sleeping with my window open and around 4:15 this morning I was woken up by, what I going to assume was, a cat. It wasn't exactly meowing and it wasn't fighting with another cat. I really can't...
Posted by They Call Me Mr. Dibbs on Mon, 11 Sep 2006 02:10:00 PST

Pretty much sums it up...

And I said, I don't care if they lay me off either, because I told, I told Bill that if they move my desk one more time, then, then I'm, I'm quitting, I'm going to quit. And, and I told Don too, becau...
Posted by They Call Me Mr. Dibbs on Mon, 03 Oct 2005 07:53:00 PST

The 80's

I was there. Yeah, it was called the '80s. Ford was President, Nixon was in the White House and FDR was running this country into the ground. I was bummin' in a hole-in-a-wall town in what is now call...
Posted by They Call Me Mr. Dibbs on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Moles & Trolls

Moles and trolls, moles and trolls, work, work, work, work, work. We never see the light of day. We plan this thing for weeks and all they want to do is study. I'm disgusted. I'm sorry but it's not li...
Posted by They Call Me Mr. Dibbs on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST