|  Jason "classic" Jou
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| Handle: | classic | | Real Name: | Jason Jou | | Country: | Taiwan | | Gender: | Male | | Birthday: | June 27, 1984 | | Signed Up: | 2002-12-04 10:27 PM EST | | Last Posted: | 2005-05-12 1:53 AM EDT |
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Gonzaga University
Spokane, WA, USA
Computer Engineering Major
That was so not Euro.
Likes: girls, strawberry lemonade, randomness, penguins
Dislikes: keke^^s, Abercrombie, grass, being poor
Girls: Jennifer Aniston, Natalie Portman
Cars: 1993 Supra TT Dark Red/Maroon
If I went to Wyoming I'd try to get lost in a mountain because you MIGHT get rescued by Harrison Ford and hey, wouldn't it be cool to say, "Hi Harrison, thanks for saving my life, but GET OFF MY PLANE" and then knock him out of the helicopter. Then I could be all like to my friends, "I met Harrison Ford" and they'd be all like "Wow, man you are the COOLEST" and then I'd get laid by Kristen Kreuk.
If I was sent to Hell and thrown into a pen of wild hens while being filayed, I think I'd look in the pockets of my pants, because if I found a frying pan I could make a lot of scrambled eggs and then feed them to the hens in a vile attempt to force them to become cannibals, which would be great to watch, because hey, who doesn't want to watch someone eat their sister?
Is there anything as beautiful as when you first see a girl and you get the courage to go talk to her? But then she says no and it gets pretty ugly.
Do you think that men are in charge of the everything because if women were in charge, it would just be too easy for the guys?
Do you ever wonder if what you're seeing isn't really violet but it's salmon and you're eyes have been tricking you this entire time? Then do you ever look around at your body and wonder what else is tricking you? Then do you jump on your bed?
The next time someone asks me if my parents are home on the phone, I'm going to say, "No, but I don't put out on the first date anyways."
I wonder if you took a picture of someone with a Polaroid and then walked up to them and got all excited and asked them to sign the picture and that you loved all their work if they would sign it or would they crush their number one fan.
I bet if you walked down a crowded street and suddenly burst out into a song like in musicals a handful of people would sing along, but then one or two would probably get run over by a car. Something that not many people think of when they burst out into song, but I think it must kill at least one person every year.
Do you ever wonder if you can permatan and that's how the early people became Asians and Africans? Or perhaps it was the other way around and people can permawhite and that's how Africans became Europeans and Asians.
On a hot day, I think it would be a good joke to wear orange and then roll around and run like you bursted into flames. I bet you could get a good laugh, but then you'd be all sweaty, and sweat isn't nearly as hilarious.
Do you ever get the feeling that you're being watched? And then you go outside and say, "So, you like what you see?" Then you go eat Chex. Naked. Also, you're a bit delusional because you forgot your medication.
I think if I got to travel to China I'd walk around the street asking, "So, how's that communism working out for you?" Then proceed to show up all the stuff I get to do because I'm from a non-communist country. Stuff like taking pictures, eating different types of food, and staying in hotels. Then I'd say to him, "Overthrow," and then wink with my sly American wink because I can do that and he can't.
And I said, "But there aren't any sticks in the desert" and the entire room went silent. I pondered what I said for a bit and then laughed. The entire room started laughing with me and I then quickly backed out the doorway and retreated to my car. Glad that I got out of that one I looked down to see I wet myself I was laughing so hard.
If I went to New York and lived there, do you think you'd come with me? Because if you did we would have tons of fun by going around the street acting like real New Yorkers and sharing pies and having great fun times at the Times Square then go to the bronx in an attempt to be down to Earth and live in the ghetto but then move to Manhattan because that's the place to be and then after that's all said and done we could move to San Francisco, because let's face it, New York sucks.
I have written many novels that are brilliant works. They convey the human emotion and psyche as well as provide general insight into the wonder that is life. They also create a sense of calm yet unsettling at the same time providing the reader to want to do more, but ultimately weak in the knees. Unfortunately I wrote these all in my own language, so only I understand them and I cannot teach my language, because then you'd find out about it and then I wouldn't be able to say I knew the secret of life.
I think it would be a good trick to win the Superbowl and then unveil yourself as the masked crusader which of course leads to falling off a building but not getting hurt because you are made of steel and steel doesn't break which means that you are super and that always leads to getting laid if you pay a hooker.
Consider words that sound the same? Why do they? Sound the same that is. It's like one word was all like "Wow I want to be cool like that other word so I'm going to sound the same way but not be the same word." That's such a bitch move.
Don't feed the penguins son. They may be cute and waddle but that belies their guile and evilness. Look at the shifty eyes. You see Wallace and Gromit? Exactly like that, they're out to kill. You, that is, they like me.
So I was thinking to myself that a great plot for a movie would be if this guy went to this web site and it came up with the badger badger mushroom snake flash movie. And then for the remainder of the movie they just played the guy watching that slowly building to a climax of him watching it then resolving the conflict by him closing the web browser. It could be all the drama of the English Patient with all the action of Terminator. Brilliant? I think so.
To be honest, I never really cared for being honest. I ain't lying, I'm just being honest.
Consider bananas. Why are they shaped that way? It's like the guy who invented bananas was like I'd like my fruit like I like my women, skinny and long.
Do you ever think that we could be living in a dream world and when we are dreaming that's really the real world? If that's the case, I'd like a pony and a nobel prize; for my pony of course.
I'd like to think that ants are a microcosm for society. Chinese society.
Love is not like a bad name, that's like Dick. Love is when you like someone more than like liking them just a bit.
If I was told I was going to die from some fatal disease I think I'd spend the rest of my time planning my funeral. I'd get a cake and a stripper to jump out of it. Then I'd pay off some Hollywood not quite A-list actor like John Stamos, or Jared Leto to come and cry at my funeral. I'd also have a coffin, but I wouldn't be in it. People would look at the coffin but I'd get someone to rig me up to some wires so I can pop down when people get near the coffin and scare them. I'd also play the Foundations, "Build Me Up" the entire time, to symbolize my life. Because life built me up and then let me down, and messed me around too.
Consider vowels. Every word needs one and yet there's only five of them plus one half-vowel. Clearly the alphabet is an oligarchy governed with an iron fist. I would like to be the half-vowel; all the power yet only half the responsibilities.
I have determined that sleep is for quitters. Of course if you're already asleep, then waking is for quitters. Quitter.
I wonder if there's someone for everyone; of course if there's an odd number of people on the planet it sucks for the odd man out.
On a cold winter day a fun thing to do is to procrastinate. Try it on a hot day too.
Remember the days where you could just lay there and it was easy to just think about what you wanted to be when you grew up? I think that's what I liked about it, it was easy to lay there and then fall asleep because your parents paid for all your things.
Consider Luigi. Why does he always go after Mario to save the princess? It's like he wanted to wait for Mario, sabatoge his mission and then steal his girl after Mario was out of the picture. Clearly a smooth criminal. The brother act is probably what makes it work. I wish I had a brother. Oh wait!
My new computer was put together by oRIONESPINo. Here's the relevent CS settings you may want to know:
In-game resolution: 800x600
Monitor refresh rate: 120Hz
Vertical Sync Off
Windows sensitivity: Default
In-game sensitivity: Around 2.0
Zoom sensitivity: 1.3
No mouse acceleration |
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