Z.Z.

About me:

Zach, named after the word "asshole" in the dutch languange. 1981, the year of our lord, is when life began. Since then the earth has circled the sun twenty six times.

I'd like to think of myself as the big duece-seis.

I have lived in Texas for nearly 3 years now and it keeps getting better everyday.

My prestine physique, was molded by years of television and Wendy's. I tend to think of myself as an avid cyclist. Sometimes I like to believe I'm Lance Armstrong, and I'm walking on the moon.

Occassionally I like to sit home, and order a little pizza house, with a dough roof, that contains little sausage people that walk around on pepperoni carpet(Papa Murphy's, Chicago stuffed pizza).

I hate giraffe's... all neck, no balls.

Queer eye for the stright guy is more gay than eight guys fucking nine guys.

I also enjoy confusing immigrants and erderly people with slang words.

Some day I would like be a stand up comedian, shit my mom thinks im funny so thats a rock soild start. I hate Hyundai's, peace out.

I figured now was the time to update things a bit

Since living in Houston I have come to realize the 5 truths of Texas....

1)Houston is getto! And I have about the same amount of street cred as an 83 year old diabetic women....
2)Living in a trailer is a way of life...
3)A grill is not a outdoor cooking machine....its a bling'd out teef cover.
4)If you try to teach a dog to speak, you may be disapointed with its lack of verbal skills.

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST THE FIF TRUF......women here love me as much as they do back home in Colorado....(thought I'd end with a brain buster, it really makes you think.