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Created on 2002-12-16 14:57:33 (#815898), last updated 2009-07-13

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First of all-- I got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumpin' on a float.

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	chippa User Number: 815898 Date Created:12-22-2002 Number of Posts: 1,312,478.2
This is Chippa Jones. He likes Black Capped Chickadees, Pork Fried Rice, and Hot Tomales.
Strengths: Chip can be found in clubs around town doing dances like, "The Running Man", "Roger Rabbit", "The Cabbage Patch" and he is also a premier Voguer (he won the 1990 International Voguing Contest in Sydney Australia).
Weaknesses: Chip has a tendency to think too much of himself and consequently, he frequently challeges others to dance-offs. He also insists on comparing tans with whomever is in his proximity.
Special Skills: Chip is fluent in Mandarin Chinese and Croatian. He also enjoys making bird houses out of dried gourds. Chip is a certified "animal mid-wife" specializing in the delievery of fluffy kittens.
Weapons: All superheros have theirs, and Chip's weapons of choice are the rubber-band and the tap shoe.
Dancemaster: If you haven't seen Chip dance, then you haven't seen dancing!

" . . . write only what kicks you and keeps you overtime awake from sheer mad joy." -- Jack Kerouac

" . . . and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop an deverybody goes 'Awww!'" --Jack Kerouac, On the Road

Lastly, it is astonishing, numbing, to find that inside you there is a stranger. One that has your arms your legs your eyes. A sleepless, restless stranger who keeps walking, eating . . . keeps living. Wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death? Thanks be to God through Jesus Christ our Lord!