Justin Thinks We Need A New Subject Line...
BASICS
Name: Dmitri
Age: 18
Location: Down the block and to the left, New York
Gender: Guess. One hint: I have a penis.
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Green
Height: 6'1"
FAVORITE..
Colors: I'm a big fan of Red.
Bands: You're all going to laugh, and I'm going to say that this sets me apart from the rest of the members of this delightful community: I love country music. When I'm in my car, I'm listening to Tim McGraw, when I'm running at the gym I have Toby Keith in my ear, when I have any shot with a girl whatsoever... there's Kenny Chesney, backin' a boy up.
Movies: Indiana Jones Trilogy... I have the attention span of your little brother x 3 kids with ADHD.
Shows: If you mean "punk and scene shows" I don't go; If you mean television, I'd rather read a book. There must be some literary fiends in this community, or am I the only one with a brain bigger than that of a dinosaur? Speaking of which... did you know the dinosaur had an extra sensory brain in its ass?
Food: I don't like fish, I dont like chocolate, and I loathe muffins. I ingest everything else within reasonable reach.
Place that sells pizza: Pizzeria Regina in Boston Massachusetts. Best pizza experience I have ever had. I waited in a line that wrapped around the corner of the building for this stuff. It's that good. The end.
Stores: Barnes and Noble. Urban Outfitters.
UH... STUFF
Why do you think you're unique?: I don't think it. I know it. I don't have to pretend to be a "scenester" because I'm not. I dont have to pretend to be an intellectual, because I am. Every bit of my protruding aura is real. While most teenagers my age are wasting their time behind closed doors at college experimenting with substances deemed immoral by society, I volunteer for events and I play guitar and ultimate frisbee. I'm not into dumbing myself down for other people, and if the only person around to have an intellectual conversation with is my basset hound, so be it. I'm also a romantic, who still opens doors for girls and lets them walk on the inside of the curb.
Why do you wanna be in this community? Because I want to see what you all think.
If you were a cereal, what would you be and why? I would be Total, because I'm everything you need in your life to make it complete: as a friend, enemy or anything in between.
Attempt to define "EMO": A kid who thinks he/she is all punked out because they wear ugly clothes, yell stupid things in public, take pictures with only half their heads in them, turn those pictures with only half their heads in them into black and white and add little blinking hearts, and above all else, listen to bands they deem talented as if that group is the only thing that matters in life and they will defend these bands to the death. Also, they are fake and have insecurity issues. Well, atleast thats what I think.
Day or Night? and Why? Night. There is nothing cooler than walking through a field in the middle of a summer night and crashing into the grass only to watch a shooting stars blaze across the night sky. Also, I dig fireflies.
Are you obsessed with Michael Jackson bashing?: Never was, never will be. So long as I can listen to "Man in the Mirror" I don't care.
Do you play any instruments? Guitar. Its acoustic and it was my mums from 1975. Wicked cool.
Have you ever heard the song "Springtime for Hitler"?: No, but I'm sure its terrific.
Show us a picture of something random from a google search: I would, but I cant seem to find the time, and somehow, I dont think that adds to me getting into this community.
Make us laugh: It's long, but its my favorite Yankee/Red Sox joke ever. Read it, and if you dont somehow appreciate it, somethings wrong in your Medula Oblongata
A Boston Red Sox fan, a Chicago Cubs fan and a NY Yankee fan were all in Saudi Arabia, sharing a smuggled crate of booze. All of a sudden, Saudi police rushed in and arrested them. The mere possession of alcohol is a severe offense in Saudi Arabia, so for the terrible crime of actually being caught consuming the booze, they were sentenced to death!
However, after many months and with the help of very good lawyers, they were able to successfully appeal their sentence down to life imprisonment. By a stroke of luck, it was a Saudi national holiday the day their trial finished, and the extremely benevolent Sheikh decided they could be released after receiving just 20 lashes each of the whip. As they were preparing for their punishment, the Sheikh suddenly said, "It's my first wife's birthday today, and she has asked me to allow each of you one wish before your whipping."
The Cubs fan was first in line (he had drunk the least), so he thought about this for a while and then said, "Please tie a pillow to my back." This was done, but the pillow only lasted 10 lashes before the whip went through.
The Cubs fan had to be carried away bleeding and crying with pain when the punishment was done.
The Yankee fan was next up (he almost finished an entire fifth by himself), and after watching the scene, said "All Right! Please fix two pillows on my back." But even two pillows could only take 15 lashes before the whip went through again, sending the Yankee fan out crying like a little girl.
The Red Sox fan was the last one up (he had finished off the crate), but before he could say anything, the Sheikh turned to him and said, "You support the greatest baseball team in the world, your supporters are the best and most loyal baseball fans in all the world. For this, you may have two wishes!"
"Thanks, your most Royal Highness," the Red Sox fan replies. "In recognition of your kindness, my first wish is that you give me not 20, but 100 lashes."
"Not only are you an honorable, handsome and powerful man, you are also very brave," the Sheik says with an admiring look on his face. If 100 lashes is what you desire, then so be it. And your second wish? What is it to be?" the Sheik asks.
"Tie the Yankee fan to my back."
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