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Name: Anthony
Country: Netherlands
Metro: Amsterdam
Birthday: 7/1/1976
Gender: Male
Interests: Gym, sex, music, politics, equine psychology, sex, people watching, sex, conspiracy theories, fashion, home improvement - primarily power tools, cars, porn, porn, porn, porn
Expertise: Public Relations - political campaign strategy - politics in general - policy analysis
Occupation: Research and development
Industry: Education/Research
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Member Since:
2/29/2004
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2008 Travel
January 11-13 Brussels, Belgium
February 2-4 Maastricht, Netherlands
February 15-18 Paris, France
March 26-29 Maastricht, Valkenburg, Brussels
May 9-11 Brussels, Belgium
June 21-22 Brussels, Belgium
June 27-29 Deventer, Netherlands
October 19-25 Newark, New Jersey
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| YesterdayI made two new friends. Simon and Fred, aka Amsterdamlad. The plans to meet were in the making for nearly 6 months, but it finally happened.
6 Cosmos a bottle of Veuve and a bottle of Bolly and snap, new friends.
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Ok, first off, thanks for the fucking invitation. I thought we were friends? I guess not.
Secondly, what are you doing marrying someone who is clearly related to you. If he's not your lost adopted teen baby, then he's gotta be a cousin. Either that, or you are both homo's and you married Nick to give him full access to the 3,000 sq. ft. closet where he will perfect his impersonation of you. It's just creepy.
In other news, Husband and I just barely survived Queen's Day. And we didn't even drink that much.
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What do you think of this guy I saw?
He's clearly gay, right?
See more photos from this wonderful holiday here. I'm going to go wring my liver out once more in the sink.
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| Offending the hell out of Romanians, and other weird shitLast night I said some really nasty stuff in Romanian to a Romanian I was playing pool against. He was really angry because as drunk as I was, I kept beating him. Then I said the magic words, "sug pula." I think he was going to kill me. He definitely put a gypsy curse on me. He said, "I don't think you're funny, get away from me."
You know whose fault this is. And it's not mine. It's not my fault that nobody ever taught me anything polite to say in Romanian.
Now for the craxiest story ever. I get up today around 11am. There's an email from mom forwarded to me. A woman in California wrote to my dad, "I found a suitcase half buried in the California desert with tons of photographs of your family and papers, school papers that belong to you and your brother. I don't know how this got here, but after cleaning it all up and Googling your name, I found your management company in Florida, and I've sent it all to your manager there. I hope you have received it." It sounded very obscure, especially since she didn't say any names or really what she found in specifics. I wrote to her on behalf of my dad, explaining that I didn't mean to be rude, but to clarify who she was, what she found, etc. I just said, you never know if it's an email scam or something.
She wrote back almost immediately. She was hiking in the desert and her dog found this stuff. It appears there were also a lot of photographs of "The Platters" and some autographed ones from random famous people, like Sammy Davis Jr. She found my uncle's name in there first and upon the great power of the Google, she managed to find my father online. When she realized who he was, and his position in music history for writing that song, she got really craxy and thought it was impossible that anybody would just toss this stuff out in the desert.
Now, my half brothers, Crackhead and Wackity crackhead (the homeless one and the one in prison) lived not too far from where this woman was. I'm guessing that one of their crackity wack ex-wives
tossed this out of a moving vehicle at some point, and mysteriously it was found.
I'm really curious as to what will come from this. I'm thinking it's a perfect story for Oprah. Maybe the great O will unite us with this desert lady on tee vee and make a big ol' sob story out of it. My dad would love to be on Oprah, as would I, and I think this will do it.
He's writing his memoirs now, and I think with all the musical history going into his book, O might consider this for realz.
It's all weird. Life is weird.
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