Right forearm: Tribal ink with stylized skull in the center, runs from wrist to elbow (does not wrap around forearm), black ink (colored in black)
Left forearm: "Loyalty", written in highly stylized gothic lettering, begins a few inches below wrist and ends a few inches before my elbow, black ink (colored in black)
Stomach: The Mooninites flipping the bird (characters from Aquateen Hungerforce), directly to my left of my navel an inch or so, colored ink (green for Ignignokt, pink for Err, blue for the arms and legs, and black for the outline)
I guess since they gave me so many well defined options, I should define them a little more.
I've also got some sideburns with said goatee. It wouldn't let me put that in the hair/facial hair sections, so I figured I'd put it here.
As for my preference for fetish wear, I figured constantly wearing khaki cargo pants to be a fetish and marked it accordingly. Also, I'm a fan of t-shirts, many of them with designs that I've picked out or made
Single - Never Married
Divorced & remarried. Father lives in Connecticut, mother in Oklahoma.
Aquarius (Jan 20 - Feb 18)
Social drinker. One or two
Live with parents
The Story of Josh Kupec: How to Succeed at Life without Actually Trying!
Obviously pot, pot related substances, smoking pot, and doing pot related activities
Being patronized or otherwise disrespected, trying to get a witty remark into a conversation but the people are talking too fast for anyone to get a word in edgewise, and I guess... two faced lying whores. Yeah that seems about right.
Case of the Mon-Daze
Ahh, finally the moment you've all been waiting for, the day I step up and rightfully take what is my opportunity, nay, destiny, and step boldly and unflinchingly into the future...
At long last, I have a job.
Yes, I know, I've had quite a long sabbatical from workdom, but I've returned to the sweet ball club we called employment. And from what it seems, this job might last a while. In the great tradition of me cleaning up others shit for a living, I've taken post as the headmaster general of dish washing at Ruby's Diner, formerly Onion Burger. This is a job, in my opinion, that...
They call me chunk style
I'm heading down to OU Improv today and I'm going to throw myself on their tender mercies to give me a shot at stand up again. If they don't let me do it, I'm gonna cut some bitches. And I don't mean with my razor sharp wit.
I've actually prepared for this session, jotting down some notes when I feel the funny coming on. I also field tested some jokes the other day during the trip to Turner Falls a.k.a. Little Niagra. I'm pissed Babbs got to the skateboarding at the abandoned oil site idea mere seconds before I could execute the joke. It's like snatching food right outta my mouth. ...
Cluster Fuck 4: I Get Bi with a Little Help from my Friends
I've decided to go overboard with the cluster fuck series title. Partially cause I love bad porno puns, especially this one.
My bike is fixed! Some guy named Dwayne down at Buchanan Bikes told me I needed a whole new back wheel and he could have that bad boy back together in 5 minutes. I told him his voice was very attractive over the phone and offered him the spectacular oral pleasure that only Caleb can give somebody. It's pretty cheap too. I mean the bike repairs, not the cost of a Caleb BJ. Those you can get four for a nickel. I'm hoping to pick my wheels up later today and...
Cluster Fuck 3: White Man's Nightmare
That's right, I went for a third installment of the Cluster Fuck title series. I'll do that shit. Though, as the header states, this is merely a continuing report of events occuring over the week.
Good news, my bike is getting repaired as we speak. And not by myself, but an actual trained and schooled bicycle health maintainence caretaker. He's not only replacing the back wheel, but he's undertaking the tricky manuever of putting in a new gear ratio on the back wheel too. I trust him completely and he will call me on my cellular telephone when it is ready. Hopefully that will be...