Tom Kruller
Okay, here's the rub-*I was born
a poor black child, yada yada yada, I move here, meet Alex while
attending Abraham Lincoln high school here in beautiful San Jose
CA (where my Norcal at??? i can't here you! oh wait,
I am writing this on a computer, as opposed to speaking it to
a crowd of hip hop fans...), he starts this website, and inevitably
i start writing for him. I won't bore you with the details, but
suffice to say, I'm tight.
I want to be a stand-up comedian, i attend DeAnza college, I'm
a DJ for KSCU Santa Clara (www.kscu.org), and I am extremely hoping
that the gal I'm interested in right now doesn't turn out to be
stupid, or annoying, because I've been blind-sided by loneliness
before. Tom Kruller needs girlfriend to reassert rapidly
fading heterosexuality!! Here are some purely non-fiction
testimonials:
The Kruller's friends (in unison):
"We are all so very, very lucky."
The Kruller's landscaper:
"Qué?"
The Kruller's past lady-friends:
"We are all so very, very lesbian."
The Kruller's janitor:
"Qué?"
The Kruller's Dad:
"Never wrestle with pigs. You both get dirty and
the pig likes it."
The Kruller Family Doctor:
"The only person in my knowledge whose birth was followed
immediately by a loud fart. And I've helped give birth to
over a thousand and four babies. THAT I KNOW OF! ZING!
Gosh, I'm funny. I'm a regular Patch Adams."
The Kruller's REAL father:
"Qué?"
The Kruller's Pediatrist:
"What's a 'me' again? I know it has something to
do with feet, because 'ped' is latin for feet, but what AM i?
Hmm... And I know i'll think of what i am the second the
quotation marks end, too-that's the worst part. Gosh, i
KNOW this..."
The Kruller's Mom who's monopolizing the phone line so that his lady friend can't call, that's right, Tom Kruller lives with his parents, you want to make something of it, well do you????:
"La, la, la-dee-da, blah
blah blah, nothing I could be talking about could be this important
or
time-consuming, blah blah blah, I should buy Tom a car, bleepity
ploob."
*I just learned how to do that
little dash thing by holding down option and shift (this is on
the mac),
and pressing the little dash button(-). I learned this in
my text book for English, called "Writing with
Style" by John R. Trimble, who's fucking tight-core.
Noiiice!