the characters
These are characters that are involved in my stories. They are real people so obviously these are not their real names. Nobody actually wants to be associated with me through this website. Hell even I really don't want to be associated with this website. Anwyays, these are pretty much my best friends who have gone through the best and worst times with me. The descriptions are more or less direct excerpts from the first time they appear on the site. They are here for future reference because I don't want to reintroduce them everytime they appear in another story. And because they are my friends they tend to make lots of appearances (duh) in my stories, and I refuse to take them out just to make the story flow better.
BringIt basically talks as much shit as possible whenever possible, especially when it comes to drinking. He always does it with a smile on his face so you know it's good natured - but in the back of the mind you really want to drive your foot through his fucking skull. His drunken fits of anger have yet to be rivaled by anyone - punching holes in the walls is pretty much standard procedure. He is about four and a half feet tall which also medically qualifies him for "Chihuahua Syndrome."
On the other hand though, BringIt is usually the first to point out what might be considered right and wrong. Beneath it all he actually has a soul unlike me and the rest of my friends. BringIt is the moral compass amongst my group of friends, although on second thought, that isn't saying shit
Appears in: one gook over the cuckoo's nest
Donny Box in general is a very calm fellow. Christian, caring, and kind; the type of nice dude bitches love ripping the heart out of. The only problem is that Donny is also easily influenced - which is where I come in to play. Not that Donny does it to fit in, but even though he knows it's wrong, I think as long as he sees me laughing he feels better about it.
I knew Donny when I was a freshman, but he spent the majority of his time with this christian-asian-student-group, so of course I never saw him. However, in our sophomore year, Donny decided that instead of going to Heaven, it might be more fun to hang out with me and then go burn in hell for the rest of eternity.
Oh, and he's also pretty much the dirtiest hygiene-ignorant person I've ever met. He thrives on filth and disease and is badly allergic to soap. If there is ever a nuclear fallout, cockroaches and Donny will be the only things left alive.
Appears in: why one should knock before shitting in front of a door
Thighs is probably one of the most generous and kind hearted fellows you'll come across. He pretty much gives everybody the benefit of the doubt. He is also somebody who would begin to think about a very important decision, but suddenly end with the conclusion that he wants a philly cheese steak. His idea of fun consists of whipping out his cock in public and screaming obscenities at people walking by. He generally targets women who are walking alone at night in order to be more effective. Since he pretty much has no social inhibitions, he walks around in public with his hands down his pants while publicly announcing inappropriate things regarding his bowel movements and his sexual perference/habits. I am not exaggerating this at all.
Appears in: why one should knock before shitting in front of a door
Silo is like the younger brother I never had, except he's usually taking care of my ass. Out of all my douchebag friends, Silo is probably one of the few that is actually normal . As in he has morals, standards, respect for women and children, and a goal in life. I try to set a good example for Silo because I know he looks up to me like I am a god, but really I only was useful to him once when he was at risk of not graduating because he was failing a programming class. Using my natural asian programming instincts I did all his projects and eventually took his final too, so he pretty much owes me his life now. He drives a nice car, has a hot girlfriend, has lots of money and can ball too. Uh...you know what, my friends with their endless flaws are a lot more interesting and more fun to laugh at than Silo. What a homo.
Appears in: sex, karaoke, and a non-practicing virgin
Walsh thinks he's a contemporary artist. Singer, poet, composer, lover of
life, and a free spirit. He is also a total raging homosexual. I'm not
sure where our personalities overlap other than our complete lack of morals,
our immaturity, and our constant support in each other's quest in living a
disdainful, childish life of debauchery. Somewhere along there loyalty and
some other crap fits in too.
Walsh and I met when I was a sophomore and he was a freshman. When I first met him, he had long bangs and a fake earring. I wasn't impressed either.
Appears in: sex, karaoke, and a non-practicing virgin , why one should knock before shitting in front of a door , the chattering teeth blowjob