Post by Aleksy Bury on May 12, 2008 19:54:27 GMT -5
Name: Aleksy Bury
Age: Nineteenbut I'm old for my age!
Occupation: Freelance model, professional punk, world renowned sexbomb.
Family: Pee and Em in Phulldelphya, older brother with whom he is living.
Boy / Girl friend: Mmm, in the market, as it were.
Crush: Everyone.
Friends: Err, Ravi and Desmond?
Enemies: Kyan? Maybe?
Pets: A mini-dachshund called Bear, and a lardass cat called Mao.
Interests/ Hobbies: Dancing! More often than not like a complete goober; modeling, piercings and tattoos, concerts, underground local shows, punk rock, cheerleaders, sex, cuddles, making out like there's no tomorrow.
Hate/ fears/ turn offs:
Hates: Pop punk. IT'S NOT PUNK, YOU FUCKS. People who don't stop bitching and start a revolution. Bad music. The fall.
Fears: Dying alone and without purpose.
Turn-Offs: Cockiness, arrogance, ostentation. Stereotypes. The inability to debate.
Favorite color: The color of blush on a cute boy's face.
Favorite food: DELISHIS CAKE HE MUST EAT IT
Favorite band: Mindless Self Indulgence
Favorite album: London Calling
Favorite song: "Mad World" by Gary Jules
Play any musical instruments? Bass gee-tar.
Talents: Kissing, giving hickeys, fucking. Being sexy, debating, taking his clothes off. Taking other peoples' clothes off. BEING TALL.
Favorite animal: Hamsters. Represent.
If you could be a flavor of ice cream what flavor would you be and why? Gadzooks! BECAUSE IT IS DELICIOUS LIKE HIM.
Favorite movie: A Clockwork Orange, Fight Club. Also his favorite books, incidentally.
Favorite actor/ actress: Edward Norton.
Favorite TV show: Not a real telly fan.
Favorite super hero: Batman.
Idol: Tyler Durden.
Most favorite thing to do ever: Lounge around shirtless with a cigarette, cake, MSI, and a cuddlebuddy.
What do you want to be when you grow up? Revolutionary.
Favorite personal possession: Bass guitar, DeLarge.
Thing that pisses you off more than anything else in the world: This new "punk" bullshit claiming it has ANYTHING to do with the punk movement. Punk isn't fashion, or spending thirteen dollars on a t-shirt with some fucking cat on it. Punk is revolution.
Age: Nineteen
Occupation: Freelance model, professional punk, world renowned sexbomb.
Family: Pee and Em in Phulldelphya, older brother with whom he is living.
Boy / Girl friend: Mmm, in the market, as it were.
Crush: Everyone.
Friends: Err, Ravi and Desmond?
Enemies: Kyan? Maybe?
Pets: A mini-dachshund called Bear, and a lardass cat called Mao.
Interests/ Hobbies: Dancing! More often than not like a complete goober; modeling, piercings and tattoos, concerts, underground local shows, punk rock, cheerleaders, sex, cuddles, making out like there's no tomorrow.
Hate/ fears/ turn offs:
Hates: Pop punk. IT'S NOT PUNK, YOU FUCKS. People who don't stop bitching and start a revolution. Bad music. The fall.
Fears: Dying alone and without purpose.
Turn-Offs: Cockiness, arrogance, ostentation. Stereotypes. The inability to debate.
Favorite color: The color of blush on a cute boy's face.
Favorite food: DELISHIS CAKE HE MUST EAT IT
Favorite band: Mindless Self Indulgence
Favorite album: London Calling
Favorite song: "Mad World" by Gary Jules
Play any musical instruments? Bass gee-tar.
Talents: Kissing, giving hickeys, fucking. Being sexy, debating, taking his clothes off. Taking other peoples' clothes off. BEING TALL.
Favorite animal: Hamsters. Represent.
If you could be a flavor of ice cream what flavor would you be and why? Gadzooks! BECAUSE IT IS DELICIOUS LIKE HIM.
Favorite movie: A Clockwork Orange, Fight Club. Also his favorite books, incidentally.
Favorite actor/ actress: Edward Norton.
Favorite TV show: Not a real telly fan.
Favorite super hero: Batman.
Idol: Tyler Durden.
Most favorite thing to do ever: Lounge around shirtless with a cigarette, cake, MSI, and a cuddlebuddy.
What do you want to be when you grow up? Revolutionary.
Favorite personal possession: Bass guitar, DeLarge.
Thing that pisses you off more than anything else in the world: This new "punk" bullshit claiming it has ANYTHING to do with the punk movement. Punk isn't fashion, or spending thirteen dollars on a t-shirt with some fucking cat on it. Punk is revolution.
