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What is a Fuzzball?

  • One question I hear more than any other is What's a Fuzzball??" Allow me to explain:

    A Fuzzball is a 30-year-old fallen debutante who lives in Houston, TX with a bossy dog and an even bossier parrot who she SWEARS is the reincarnation of Napoleon Bonaparte.

    A Fuzzball prefers animals to most people, because people can really suck sometimes.

    A Fuzzball loves music, ALL music ALL of the time. If she's not listening to it, then she's singing it.

    A Fuzzball has a mad love for all things British, especially their actors.

    A Fuzzball is blissfully happy in a bookstore, preferably one with good music playing in the background. If you look under a Fuzzball's bed you'll usually find an entire library of books that she has dropped there after falling asleep reading.

    Fuzzballs are usually incurable romantics, ridiculously optimistic, and bent on making the world a happier place.

    Your typical Fuzzball will probably have a completely bizarre sense of humor. Just go with it, it will take you to funny places.

    You should also be aware that Fuzzballs are giant nerds. Seriously. Science fiction, computers, the whole shebang.

    Fuzzballs are also budding photographers. They love looking at the world through a lens and finding new ways to be creative.

    Oh...and you can also look for a Fuzzball in one of the best movies ever made. ;)

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I just read what is up with Torrie and I am sad for her. I know y'all actually know one another. I hate to ask her since I'm sure she has other things on her mind, but may I have her address? I would just like to send a little card. She was so kind when we were evacuated. If you think she might be uncomfortable, it's no problem at all. Just a thought I had.



"I did have a scraggly beard"?...man, am I confused.

Black people cuss?

Surely this leaves you feeling empty, in the long run (like most things).


Reminder: This post was written by my little brother, not me. ;)


Some day, I will learn to read. I think it's important.


wow i was there too but only later (I came at 8). At that point the police came and people were being arrested because they were hiding in the mall. At 9, they ordered everyone out of the mall area and most people left. I ,being the jordan fiend i am, stayed,not worrying about the consequences, and took my place first in line. The cops seemed to have no problem with this but i believe that sadly it was due to the fact that i was white and the vast majority of the people at the mall were black. At 9:45, they handed out the coveted tickets and i went in and out, with a police escort, to get my holy grails. It was a crazy experience with all the other people eyeing me and my beautiful gold box.

The Golden Child

where did you line up after they kicked everyone out? outside the mall again or at champs/foot locker? did you ask for a police escort? how many did they sell? i am so jealous (i won't point out the debilitating frustration i feel that i experienced what i did and you walked in late and got a pair..."jordan fiend")

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