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About Me

MY NAME IS STEPHEN AS YA CAN TELL. I AM PRETTY LAID BACK MOST OF THE TIME AND I LIKE TO HAVE A GOOD TIME. ANYTHING ELSE YA WANNA KNOW GIVE ME A SHOUT. MySpace Layouts @ HOT FreeLayouts.com love / music / movies / frazy Hot Free LayoutsBORED AND NOONE AROUND ON A SUNDAY HAHA
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Name: Stephen It says that up there lol
Birthday: 10-11-85
Birthplace: The Dell
Current Location: The Dell
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: bark blonde
Height: 5'11"
Right Handed or Left Handed: Right
Your Heritage: German scotch irish pretty much any country with a proud drinking heritage lol
The Shoes You Wore Today: sandels
Your Weakness: kryptonite lol puppy dpg eyes
Your Fears: the dark lol
Your Perfect Pizza: meat lovers
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: start takin an online class
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: lol
Thoughts First Waking Up: omg that was a long night
Your Best Physical Feature: they say the eyes
Your Bedtime: when ever
Your Most Missed Memory: my dad
Pepsi or Coke: coke mixes better with crown lol
MacDonalds or Burger King: BK but Mac has better breakfast
Single or Group Dates: either
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: lipton
Chocolate or Vanilla: chocolate
Cappuccino or Coffee: cappuccino
Do you Smoke: no
Do you Swear: like a sailor
Do you Sing: not good
Do you Shower Daily: yea
Have you Been in Love: no
Do you want to go to College: online classes
Do you want to get Married: yea
Do you belive in yourself: yea
Do you think you are Attractive: i think i am gods gift to ladies lol yea i guess i am
Are you a Health Freak: haha no
Do you get along with your Parents: yea they kick ass
Do you like Thunderstorms: yea
Do you play an Instrument: no
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol: haha buy alcohol, get drunk, get hang over, repeat
In the past month have you Smoked: yea
In the past month have you been on Drugs: no
In the past month have you gone on a Date: yea
In the past month have you gone to a Mall: yea
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: no
In the past month have you eaten Sushi: hell no
In the past month have you been on Stage: nope
In the past month have you been Dumped: yea
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping: yea
In the past month have you Stolen Anything: no
Ever been Drunk: yea
Ever been called a Tease: hell no
Ever been Beaten up: i was hit while not lookin once while also on crutches and drunk he was a pussy
Ever Shoplifted: yea
How do you want to Die: weird question
What do you want to be when you Grow Up: a pirate of cowboy leanin towards pirate
What country would you most like to Visit: australia or italy
In a Boy/Girl..
Favourite Eye Color: they all have there qualities
Favourite Hair Color: blonde but find myself like more brunettes
Short or Long Hair: dont matter
Height: average to short no one taller then me
Weight: average
Best Clothing Style: dont care
Number of Drugs I have taken: thats pretty self incriminating
Number of CDs I own: big zero they where stollen
Number of Piercings: 0 on me
Number of Tattoos: i got 2
Number of things in my Past I Regret: lets see carry the 3 add that trip to florida uh alot lol
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My Interests

HOLLA AT ME ON AIM- Tigersfootball05 I LIKE WHAT ALMOST EVERY PERSON LIKES HANG WITH FRIENDS DRINK PARTY GO MUDDIN WORK ON CARS RACE CARS PLAYIN FOOTBALL YA NAME IT I PROBLY LIKE IT

I'd like to meet:

SOMEONE WHO KNOWS WHAT THEY WANT.

Music:

I LOVE MUSIC I GO FROM CRAZY ANGLOS TO CHAMILLIONAIRE TO HANK WILLIAMS SR IN MY CD CASE I WILL LISTIN TO ALMOST ANYTHING YA PUT IN MY STEREO "well im a therobred thats what she said in the back of my truck ben when i was gettin buzzed on suds out on some back country road we where flyin high havin our selves a big and rick time and i was goin just about as far as she'd met me go but her evaluation of my cowboy reputation had me beggin for salvation all not so i took out giggin frogs and sang her every willie nelson song i could think of and we made love"

Movies:

I AM NOT A BIG MOVIE PERSON BUT IF I HAD TO WATCH ON IT WOULD BE ACTION OR COMEDY IF I AM WITH A GIRL THEN SOMETHING SCARY HAHATake the quiz:
What Ford Vehicle Are You? (Pictures)

Ford SuperDuty (F-250, F-350)
You are a Ford SuperDuty, You love some power man, congratulations, this is my favorite one

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Television:

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What kind of muscle car are you?

1968 Chevrolet Camaro Z28
You are a 1968 Chevrolet Camaro Z28. You love your car....your friends love your car and thats whats most important to you! Your car really hauls ass! You feel bad that they aren't making Camaros anymore....but don't worry...cuz you know they'll be back!

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Books:

Get this video and more at MySpace.comA Street Racing Tale-The Geo MetroI borrowed my wife's Geo Metro last night. One liter of raw power,3 cylinders of asphalt-tearing terror on thirteen-inch rims.It's stock, alright, nothing done to it, but it pushes the barely 2000pounds of Metro around with AUTHORITY. I'm always catching mopedsand 18-wheelers by surprise...I was headed back from Baskin Robbins with my manly triple-lattecappuccino blast ("No Cinnamon, ma'am, I take it BLACK", when Istopped at a streetlight. As the Metro throbbed its throaty idlearound me, I sipped my bold beverage and wiped the white froth mystiff upper lip. I was minding my own business, but then I heard arev from the next lane.I turned, made eye contact, then let my eyes trace over thecompetition. Ford Festiva -- a late model, could be trouble. Lowprofile tires, curb feelers, and school bus-yellow paint. Yep, ahot rod, for sure.The howl of his motor snapped my reverie, and I looked back intothe driver's eyes, nodded, then blipped my own throttle. As Itugged on my driving gloves and slipped on my sunglasses (gottalook cool to be fast, and I am *damn* cool, hence...), the nightwas split with the sound of seven screaming cylinders...Then the light turned... I almost had him out of the hole, mythree pounding cylinders thrusting me at least a millimeter backinto my seat, as smoke pouring from my front right tire... myunlimited slip differential was letting me down! I saw in thecorner of my eyes, a yellow snout gaining, and I heard the roar ofhis four cylinders. He slung by me, right front wheel juddering againstthe pavement, and he flashed me a smile as his .7 extraliters of motor stretched its legs. I kept my foot gamely in it,though, waiting for the CHECK ENGINE light to blink on in theone-gauge (no tachometer here!) instrument panel. I saw a glimpseof chrome under his bumper, and knew the ugly truth...He was running a custom exhaust -- probably a 2-into-1 dualexhaust... maybe even cutouts! Damn his hot-rod soul! The old ladypassing us on the crosswalk cast a dirty look in our boy-racerdirection...Yet still I persisted, with my three pumping pistons singing aheady high-pitched song, wound fully out. Though only a fewhandfuls of seconds had passed, we were nearing the crosswalk atthe other side of the intersection, and I heard the note of hisengine change as he made his shift to second, and I saw his grinin his rear view mirror fade as he missed the shift! I rocketedby, shifting, and nursed the clutch gently in to keep frombogging, keeping my motor spinning hot and pulling me ahead, nowtrailing a cloud of stinking clutch smoke.Not ready to give up so easily, he left his foot in it, revving,and I heard one wheel *almost* chirp as he finally found secondand dropped the clutch. We careened over the crosswalk, now goingat least 15 miles per hour. A bicyclist passed us, but intent onthe race as we were, neither of us batted an eye.He pulled slowly abreast of me, and neck and neck, we made theshift to third, the scream of motors deafening all pedestrianswithin a five foot circle. He nosed ahead as we passed 30 miles anhour, then eased in front of me, taunting, as we shifted intofourth. I was staring up the dual 6" chrome tips of his exhaust,snarling, my cappuccino forgotten, as he lifted a little to takethe next corner.I saw my opportunity, and counting on the innate agility of mytrusty steed, I pulled wide into the number two lane and kept myfoot buried in carpet. Slowly, I inched around him, feeling myMetro roll slowly to the left as I came abreast in the midst ofthis gradual sweeping turn. I felt the Geo ease onto itssuspension stops, and felt the right rear wheel slowly leave theground - no matter, though, because my drive wheels, up front,were pulling me through the corner, and around the Festiva ...The Ford driver beat his wheel in rage as my wife's car eased pasthim on the outside, my P165/54R13's screaming in protest, as weraced to the next light. We coasted down, neck-and neck, to thered light. I tightened my driving gloves, ready for another round,when this WIMP in the next car meekly flipped his turn signal andmade a right. Chevy (Suzuki) superiority reigns!!!I drove off sipping my masculine drink, awash in my sheervirility, looking for other unwitting targets.... Perhaps a Yugo,or maybe even a Volkswagon Van!