I'm a guy who tries to make movies with an all right beard. I'm tallish and a bit out of shape, but working on it: the out of shape part. I like to write a lot. Moths kinda freak me out. Babies/sloths/baby sloths make me squeal. I do plenty with my bare hands, but wish I had bear hands. I can't touch my toes. At the age of 4, I was traumatized by the 3-D movie ride "Honey, I Shrunk the Audience," but I've gotten over it. If modesty were an Olympic sport, I don't know, I'd do OK. I am an exclusively 90s R&B karaoke man. I refuse to use hashtags properly. Every time you see a slash on here, I would say "slash" out loud. I'll probably like you, always respect you, and definitely hug you.
He asks the bartender, "Barkeep, is there anyway I could get some of your World Famous Punch?"
The bartender replies, "Punch? Certainly, but you'll have to wait in the line."
The man looks around. He doesn't see anything...
Also, I like to say hi to strangers.
The Q-Tip Eargasm
Raspberries (Fruit and Action)
Paul Thomas Anderson's next film.
Subversion of dictatorial and didactic gender roles and heteronormativity in the media, and thus society.
What people I know look like naked.
What it would be like to be a whale.
What a whale thinks about me.
Disney Channel Original Movies.
"MUFUGGA!" and "Sheeeeeyit."
How my Cockney accent's coming across.