Two Hearts Are Always Better

Accent: Think Scarface educated at Oxford.
Booze: Brooklyn Ice Tea in the Summer......Red Russians in the Winter
Chore I Hate: Cleaning the toilet....something about brown stains on white porcelain
Dogs/Cats: Cats are for cowards..Dogs are for ego maniacs...Fish are forever.....
Essential Electronics: Laptop, Crackberry, Go-Go Gadget swiss army knife
Favorite Perfume/Cologne: Mildew by Funk.....Just playin...Miyaki= L'Eau D'Issey Pour Homme
Gold/Silver: Gold.....
Hometown: C-Bus.
Insomnia: Yeah...all the time. But somebody needs to watch all these informercials.
Job Title(s): Business Development, Marketing Manager, Marketing Research Manager, Regional Marketing Manager. Dish washer...Busboy....Credit Associate..and a slew of other worthless titles.
Kids: No.....and if I should ever get weak and make that mistake...I will eat my young so you can lock me up now.
Living Arrangements: Me---Just me....and my sponsers and roster
Most Admired Trait: Build other people up......I can listen for hours...because I really don't have a dam thing to say..
Best/Worst Food--Indian the best / French is the worst
Number of Sexual Partners: The number in my head x Pi ----Muhahahahahahhaahhahaahahhahahahaahah
Overnight Hospital Stays: Never....knock on wood.
Phobia: Cobra's....I fear being bit by a cobra.....Rikki Tikki.........
Man/Woman I adore: Selma Hayek.....accent, body, brains, body, body, brains, body body body...Jeez
Quote: Jules: Normally, both your asses would be dead as fucking fried chicken, but you happen to pull this shit while I'm in a transitional period so I don't wanna kill you, I wanna help you. But I can't give you this case, it don't belong to me. Besides, I've already been through too much shit this morning over this case to hand it over to your dumb ass. ---Samuel Jackson--Pulp Fiction
Religion: Borderline Atheist....But if god lets the Dems have the Hill and W House back then I'll believe.
Time I usually wake up: 6:00 am....
Unusual Talent: I can shoot a solid stream of saliva 4 feet from my mouth due to a weird hole underneath my tongue....I should be a superhero...Spit Man..Spitneto..Spitoverine..Spitty
Vegetable I refuse to eat: Zucchini/Rubar Bitches
Worst Habit: I make funny noises with my tongue and teeth when I'm nervous........
X-Rays: Broken Hand, Broken Jaw, Broken Finger, Broken Big Toe, Plantar Fasciatis, Ankle Spring, Broken Collarbone, Broken Hand II, Bursac on the elbow.
Yummy Foods I Make: No man should use the word yummy.......Chicken Marsala
Zodiac Sign: The Fish--how convenient

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