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Name: chris
Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: 11/1/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: movies, football, traveling
Expertise: being the sexiest sexy son of a sex bastard this side of the sexy missisippi shoot
Occupation: Student
Industry: Nonprofit
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Member Since:
9/13/2004
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| Damn you michael eisner pres. of disney!!!
my favorite disney movie has been sullied. i swear to god i'm so pissed off. so today aladdin was released on dvd. our generation of young adults lived through the best times for disney starting from little mermaid through lion king. it was a quinella( four streak) win of wonderful disney animation rennaisance. and right smack dab in the middle of that was a buddy flick staring and Arab and a jew aka aladdin and genie. i love the songs, and robin williams kinetic energy as the genie sparked my love for comedy, to say i loved this movie in an understatement. i was looking forward this day as a holiday. the day i'd finally get a fully restored piece of my childhood back. rarely have i had this opportunity of movie nostalgia. this was one of those movies i first remember absolutely loving from beginning to end the previous gen had the star wars movies and now i can understand their anger for alterations. let me get to the point. they ( the devils beneath this godless dvd) altered the opening intro song 'arabian nights' the original went like this 'they cut of your ear if they don't like ur face its barbaric but hey its home' they watered that shit down and now its like this ' Where it's flat and immense And the heat is intense its barbaric but hey its home' ...............yea you know how you have a hard on making out with a hot girl and you realize she's got braces and herpes that is exactly the feeling i'm feeling right now. its just i understand that the original version is a lil graphic but god damn its wat i grew up on and if its good enough for me then why the fuck not for this next gen of lil fuckers who are getting sheltered from every janet jackson boob and fucking lil line from a disney movie. seriously the generation after us are gonna be coddled piece of shit that suck my ass cuz they can't stand NOT to be shelter. god i hate the next generation of kids !!! | | |
| wat's up babies!!! how's the world today. since we last canoodled guess what entered my world of awesome. no not lana lang from smallville better.... nope not adam in skimpy lingerie...more slutty oh that's right you guessed it a muthaf-in 60 inch hdtv!!!! oh my god i gism every morning as i eat cereal watching west wing and the swear to god three feet by three feet face of c.j grace the screen (derek you know who i'm talking about) but its better than that. you know how the internet suddenly crept into ur daily life in the late 90's but before that you didn't even know you needed it well a new time has dawn on this lil chrissy's life and its name BERTHA the humgoid tv. she's huge and she loves to slap you in between her breast and you float for hours on end......fuck man i think i'm in love
p.s all are welcome to come over i'm a sharer i'll let anyone take a turn with my whore of a tv. | | |
| sweet holy mother i, chris trieu, have now officially entered the realm of HIGH SPEED INTERNET !!!! first order of business yes you guessed it PORN!! but you know wat's funny tho i just got it this morning but over the course of a day ........what am i saying poop on the days of that rake on blackboard sound of dial up and the ten minute load time for ONE picture of tera patrick for now i've got the power to load 15 in 2 seconds. i'm in a proverbial candy store of porn....or porn store of candy watever. next i'm gonna try the world of wireless netting onward bound!!!! | | |
| man o man i just had me a most interesting day. i'm gonna just try and paint a portrait of just how my day went. as of right now i'm running on four hours of sleep in about 2 days. something i'll get to later. i guess i'll start at around 2am saturday morning. some buddies and i decide to go gamble at the nearest indian casino an hour and a half away. group of 5 cocks with money to burn cram into my honda and off we go.get there around 3.30am played texas hold'em won me a cool hundred bucks left and got back at 8 slept to noon thirty. i'm awoken by the ring of the cell phone and to my surprise the angelic voice of non other than mr. joshy washy redgt83 talking about how his pipes are backed up and even Hydro chloric acid can't even open the blockage. weird convo and figured i was dreaming watever. talk to him for a bit until my mom comes home yelling at me for sleeping till noon thirty. mind you the last 2 weeks i've been getting up before 9.30am to study and do wat i gotta do. so after a tongue lashing from my mother(her being totally ignorant of me gambling that same morning) i take a shower and do some errands until around 2.30 pm. now my girlfriend laura wanted me to go with her and her family to a baptism of her niece on this very day, me being the great boyfriend said sure why not i'm an open minded buddhist. so i go and drive an hour away over in canoga park where her family lives. get there and hang with her 4 other younger sisters till 5.30 while they all get ready. during this hangin out time i get wind of a wedding later that night. now i had wanted to get home a lil early but now feeling rather bamboozled with the addition of another christian event i said fuck it lets do some god loving today. no problem so we head off to the baptism and let me tell you something i observed today and makes me truly appreciate laura's family. they have this intuitive gift of goin to an event and making it just in time to eat. i love it we missed the baptism but made it in time for the grilled chicken beans and rice. rock on! alright well then now i had no idea where i was going when i started driving to the baptism. it turns out that it was a house in east LA. yea that's right in the heart of the ghetto. the minute we got off the freeway first thing i see is not one not two but three fried chicken place in a three block radius. that's when you know you're in the ghetto. the only white person i saw was a cop that's when you know u're in the ghetto. kid you not every stereotype that could be found was there in the ghetto and i relished every minute of it. on the street of the house we were goin to i saw a group of black guys chilling and smoking black and milds on the porch two black women squawking gossip two doors down, a mexican fixing and asian guys cars in his driveway, and a group of kids running away from something lord knows wat. as we approach the house blaring mexican music irradiated from the driveway. it had a catchy beat and i heard that the song just kept repeating two words in spanish so i ask laura wat it meant and she busted out laughing saying that it was just a repeating of 'cellulite' and liposuction to a catchy mexican beat. that is wat you call awesome. so we get there and god love her family first they hand me is a plate of food. man o man joyous day. after some nutrition i just started noticing stuff. now if you could just imagine the kindergarteners in the cartoon show Recess. just wild tribal children. yea there was a group of five boys three girls who were like lil tazmanian devils whirling around the front driveway. see there was a truck parked right under a basketball hoop and theses kids just kept taking turns climbing the truck and hangin off the hoop. and they spent hours being amused by this it was like a mcdonalds playground. man well couple hours roll by i'm introduced to really hospitable and drunk relatives of laura oh and right before we left, me and laura's sister elyana were just standing there talking when she got this look on her face like she smelled something. she asks me if i smell something. i caught a hint of something 'herbal' then a gush of wind blew the wonderful nurturing smells of hash right in my face. good lord my disbelief then delight washed over me like the smell. not to sound naive or pretensious but you gotta love the hood afterwards we pack up say our thank you's get some cake and truck on to the wedding. on the way i learn that the bride and groom just converted to mormonism. so we were basicaly goin to a mormon mexican wedding. good lordy pun intended. again we just arrived to hear the last vows and the wedding kiss and again free food. it was great. during din din i started to just look around again. now in a stereotypical wedding theres that arch thing that the bride and groom stand under to kiss. well in this hall it was a basketball hoop draped with a white curtain. and i keep looking and it turns out we were literally in a basketball court/ hall of some sort. that's not even wat got me. i look at the floor and its carpet. CARPET with the designs of a basketball court aka the free throw three point and just the lines on carpet. WHO PLAYS BBALL ON CARPET? funny shit, so i turn to laura and say "man if my wedding can be half this fulfilling i'd be very happy man" it was great really another stand out moment was when i realized there was no beer and soda....ah they're mormons okay that's cool. so they served us some orange colored sugar water best damn sugar wated i've drank. soo the couple were married let the party begin. this B class marc anthony steps up and sings his heart out for the 30 people in the room. it was a thing of beauty tho, cuz while he was whooing the mother of the bride there was a pair of what i'd call the fun police sitting in the back. obviously they were mormon guy white dress shirt black pants and tie. i just kept imagining them like if the party was gonna get any more fun they'd just have to step in with their mormon battons of anti fun and wack people until they left. i dunno maybe it was just me. so it was around 10pm before i decided to just leave my batteries were running low said my thank you's got my cake and trucked on home. i hit some nasty traffic but othere than that it was a great day. | | |
| i'm bored lord am i bored... i've spent the last month of my life consumming soo much ungodly amounts of science info that i've already learned just so i could regurgitate it onto a test to get into dental school. its mind boggling to me how one little test can determine my future. i mean yeah if i do bad i could take it again but shit why bother? its like the SAT's in that the score you have is the score you have you might do one point better but what's a point to dental schools when it's the SECOND time you take it. to say i'm stressed would be an understatement. this is the first time in my life that a test has gotten to me. and that scares me more than anyone will ever know. survival of the fittest they say and to that i'm goin to relieve some stress with some solitaire. fukin a | | |
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