February 15th, 2007 by admin

He's been caught chewing on broken beer bottles before a triple overhead session; just 'cause the surf alone doesn't get him excited anymore. He shaves his face with his own hand. He's eight feet tall, 350 pounds, and a total mind-beast. He has a tender ear for the long talks, but can turn on the intensity like you just snapped the neck of his childhood dog. He's the guy that gets it done for the magazine … he has the magazine design so dialed all he has to do to get an issue out the door is press firmly against his left pectoral muscle for threeto five seconds, and a fresh issue drops from out from inside his velvet pants. The issues gleam, sparkle, and just smell good once he's done whatever the hell it is that he does. He IS the Alliance Man-imal. And he doesn't mind a kiss from a guy every once in a while.

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