Orange juice with pulp makes me gag. Hard sticks of butter piss me off when I try to spread butter on my bread and it crumbles to pieces. In the winter time I like to pull all of my sweatpants, sweatshirts and heavy cotton clothes out of the clothes dryer and hug them really tight until the warmth melts thru me... and then do it all over again. I support two teams - the Red Sox and whoever beats the NY Yankees. I am not sure what's more rude - not saying, "God bless you..." when someone's sneezes right in front of you, or not getting a, "thank you" in reply when you do so. I am fishing buddies with Aaron Lewis of Staind and used to bartend at the Cloverleaf Cafe when he was singing acoustic sing-along songs by John Dever and Niel Diamond back in the day. My Smoyed Zeus is a bigger pervert than I am; lets just say he's a voyeur K9. I applaud people who sing alone in their car, however, if you are driving shotgun with me, please do not try to impess me with your vocals or lyric knowledge; I am not Simon Cowell and this is not American Idol. I think Larry David from Curb Your Enthusiasm on HBO is a genius and I share his same type of jaded humor. I have to drip dry my denim jeans on the clothes line so they feel starched and have the fresh air smell - how gay, I know! I tend to isolate and be aloof to those people who I like a lot and at the same time, I'm a "It pleasures me to pleasure you" type of guy. My best weekend or nights or even moments for that matter, are those of total spotaneity; 5 hour road trips to a winery or heading out to Fenway for a Sox game or just whipping up a romantic gourmet dinner for two. I was a champion wrestler in high school. I buy clothes and wear them once or never at all, until I clean out my closet and see the tags are still on them. I refuse to use the backspace key when corresponding via Instant Messenger, yet I'm a stickler for mispellings and incorrect grammar. I catch myself in the lazy mode when I forget the take the clothes out of the clothes dryer, so instead of ironing the wrinkles out, I just rewash and throw them in the clothes dryer again. The last 5 minutes of the last episode of the last season of Six Feet Under haunts me. Putting bedsheets on my bed and folding clothes annoys me. One of my biggest faults, flaws, imperfections or whatever you want to call it, is being too blunt, bold and painfully honest. I'm your typical average white guy with a bit of wit, charm and humor who tends to spoil the people who make him happy. I am a dedicated, loyal and devoted friend... until you give me your word and don't follow thru - then I kick you to the curb and tend to distance myself from you. I bleed Husky blue. I enjoy turning frowns upside down and laughing uncontrollably until I can't catch my breath or can't look the person I am laughing with in the eye without giggling like a school girl. I rarely listen to FM radio; when I'm alone in my car or truck, I am tuned into Sports Radio or a Boston Red Sox game.