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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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Ew. I hate when my brain does stuff like that to me. Traitor brain.

New Chris

I'm suddenly reminded of this Mallrats quote:

Brodie: Jesus Christ, man. There's just some things you don't talk about in public.


Girl, at some point, this sucky ass day will be a distant memory.


Girl, at some point, this sucky ass day will be a distant memory.


Did you shave your head?


Crappy that you even have to remember that nightmare. Hopefully I won't end up having it tonight!


Hey, at least that meant you had to be WITH Kevin Federline to start with.

(There is always a silver lining...)


You were dumped by K-fed because he found out you were having an affair with Clive Owen. So then Clive says that now that you're a free woman why not hop a plane and run away with him? So you run off with Clive and spend the rest of your life with him, hopping from one exotic film location to another. The tramatic nightmare has a happy ending. ;-)

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