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2003 Tuesday, Apr. 30, 2002 - Here comes the sun...doobie doobie! Tuesday, Apr. 30, 2002 - "Surely you can't be serious!" " I am serious...and don't call me Shirley." Monday, Apr. 29, 2002 - That's the last fucking straw, dammit! Sunday, Apr. 28, 2002 - Why can't we be friends? Friday, Apr. 26, 2002 - linky-dinky-doo Monday, Apr. 22, 2002 - Evil con carne Saturday, Apr. 20, 2002 - When you're chewing on life's gristle, don't grumble; give a whistle...this'll help things turn out for the best...and...always look on the bright side of life! Thursday, Apr. 18, 2002 - The continuing adventures of Too-God-Damned-Old-For-Toys-And-Video-Games-Man!!! Wednesday, Apr. 17, 2002 - the real folk blues... Tuesday, Apr. 16, 2002 - Maybe we can drive around this town, and let the cops chase us around Sunday, Apr. 14, 2002 - I've got the whole world in my hands. You, however, do not. You can have Pluto. Thursday, Apr. 11, 2002 - I want you to want me, I need you to need me, I love you to love me, I'm begging you to beg me Tuesday, Apr. 09, 2002 - She only drinks coffee at midnight when the moment is not right Monday, Apr. 08, 2002 - i know you know you want to know how i feel...i can't even tell Sunday, Apr. 07, 2002 - THE ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY FOURTH ENTRY OF THE MAN THEY CALL OSO PEQUENO (actually, only a few people call me that...everyone else calls me Russ) Sunday, Apr. 07, 2002 - THE ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY FOURTH ENTRY OF THE MAN THEY CALL OSO PEQUENO (actually, only a few people call me that...everyone else calls me Russ) Wednesday, Apr. 03, 2002 - If you're on your own in this life, and the days and nights are long...if you're sure you've had too much of this life to hang on... OsoPequeno
Description: Blue hair. Glasses. You will not see me without a hockey jersey for more than three days. You will also not see me away from work for more than two. Veterinary technician / office manager / animal control guy. Goaltender in street hockey, can't afford ice gear. Strengths: Able to make glove saves faster than the eye can see. Razor-sharp sarcastic wit. Knowledge of veterinary medicine far beyond that of those who have no experience in the field. Can beat you in pretty much any video game. And I've been told I'm a cutie. Weaknesses: Sam Adams beer, english accents, low glove side shots, any Spider-Man memoribilia, orange-haired girls, Dr. Pepper, and bad horror movies. Likes: Video gaming, sleeping late, watching anime and horror, warmth, working, coffee, people who have faith in me, iced tea, buying electronic crap, the warm glow of tiny red LEDs, toys, pizza. Dislikes: pessimism, doing dishes, people who treat other people or animals poorly, Chuck Jones cartoons, diet soda, toys out of the package, being cheated out of a win in Madden, the St Louis Blues, and mean people Special skills: Speaks to animals (in animal, not English). Disarming smile. Small, girlish hands capable of fitting into teeny tiny spaces. Stupid enough to be willing to stand in front of really hard slapshots. Minty fresh breath. Can brew a really tasty iced tea. And one more that the girl I love says I shouldn't mention here. Weapons:Big-ass steel toed work boots. Rope leash...OF DOOM. Ninja kicks. Throwing syringes. Xbox controller. And one really cool Spider-Man goalie mask. Closest allies: My sidekick, Spike the wonder kitty. Mr. Tony Kornhaiser. Mr. Potato Head. The Count. Louie, lord of the grill. John "I love gravy" Madden. Ed, PJ, Benny, Jerry, Mike, Mandy, and Beck. And my fiancee, Mezz.
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