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oncealwaysusmc

36 M Oil City, PA

My Details

Last Online
May 19, 2006
Orientation
Straight
Ethnicity
White
Height
5′ 11″ (1.80m)
Body Type
Diet
Smokes
Yes
Drinks
Socially
Drugs
Never
Religion
Sign
Education
Working on university
Job
Entertainment / Media
Income
Rather not say
Relationship Status
Married
Relationship Type
Offspring
Doesn’t want kids
Pets
Has cats
Speaks
English (Fluently)

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My self-summary

Prior active service Marine. Currently a disc-jock at a "short-bus" radio station, that is to say, a small market radio station.</P>

In addition to sitting on my ass, talking, and getting paid for it, I also enjoy goofing off with audio editing...you can find my last screwball project at: http://www.angelfire.com/ult/marine0351

or, at:

http://www.geocities.com/istandalone_01



I am flagrant, impervious, and cerebral
What I’m doing with my life
Wasting it while I contemplate what I wanna be when I grow up.
I’m really good at
Procrastinating, paper football, and finding new and innovative ways to waste time.
The first things people usually notice about me
My prodigious beer gut. After all, why settle for a six pack when you can have the whole keg?
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
A.) The Long Walk by Richard Bachman, and The Ender Series by Orson Scott Card. Also, the Sword of Truth series by Terry Goodkind. B.)Anything by Kevin Smith, as well as Full Metal Jacket. I thought Vanilla Sky was good for a mind-f@#k, too. C.) Umm...whatever I cook myself. Love to cook.
The six things I could never do without
Music, theater, musical theater, theatrical music (ok, I seem to have beaten that one into the ground) my friends, and my cats.
I spend a lot of time thinking about

Alright. I've had it. Really, I'm fucking done. Anyone been watching the news? About the world's dumbest intelligence agent and the world's dumbest journalist? Both, coincidentally, from yet another fuckoff from WWII? For those that've been living under a rock for the last 48 hours, it seems an Italian intelligence agent, having "negotiated" for the release of an Italian journalist taken hostage in Iraq, thought it might be a good idea to attempt to drive through a roadblock consisting of pissed off American grunts, a tank or two, and a couple of (most likely TOW-equipped) Hmm-v's. Without stopping. At a high rate of speed. After firing warning shots and using million candlepower searchlights to convince the driver of the car to slow down, said pissed-off grunts opened fire, of course reducing car and contradiction-in-terms intelligence officer to swiss cheese, of course. Why? How fucking retarded can two people be? Really, folks. I mean, the dumbest redneck asshole in the known fucking world SHOULD be able to figure out that when you're in a car, and miscellaneous weapons ranging from 5.56mm to 4 and 3 quarters inches in diameter are pointed directly at you by angry looking men in pickle suits, you should probably fucking stop!!! Really, it's not rocket science.

And as for the garbage she's spouting now that she was targeted by the U.S. because we were pissed off that the mongoloid, no nuts-having, terrorism-perpetuating Italians successfully negotiated for her release- Umm, no. She was targeted by the U.S. because her car was being driven at a high rate off speed directly at a security checkpoint manned by angry men with guns. Pure and simple. I daresay, had the checkpoint been manned by italians, and her dumbass, so-called "intelligence" officer done the same thing, the result would've been similar. Unless the Italians manning the gate were weenies, which is a distinct possibility.

Now, of course, the intelligence officer is being hailed as a national hero in Italy. That's right, folks, the one italian casualty in Iraq thus far, is being hailed as a national hero. I mean, come on, the guy died as a result of his own stupidity. I can hear his internal monologue in my head right now:

"Uh-oh. American troops at a security checkpoint. Hmm...what to do, what to do. I know, I'll floor it, and pretend like I'm a suicide bomber. Then they'll move out of the way!"

You know as well as I do, if something like this were to happen to an American, he wouldn't be hailed as a national hero. Somebody would be calling the Darwin Awards people.

Fuck Italy. Fuck France, and Fuck Germany, too. All three of them, we should have just fucking occupied after WWII. Then we wouldn't have France and Germany attempting to surrepitiously take control of a war they whined about to begin with, and there'd be one less dumbass journalist to worry about. Because apparently our nation is the only one smart enough to realize that if you pay the perpetrator of a crime, then crime pays. If it pays, "they (criminals) will come." Don't fucking negotiate with terrorist, Fuckos!!!

On a typical Friday night I am
At work in the studio. *bleah.* On the positive side, I'm generally drunk. At work. In the studio.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I have to pee, right now, as I write this.
I’m looking for
  • Girls who like guys
  • Ages 25–58
  • Near me
  • Who are single
  • For new friends
You should message me if
You feel like it.