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Steve H.

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  • from Paris, France
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  • Last active: 5/16/06
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About Me

Me, Myself, and I
The details of my life are quite inconsequential.... very well, where do i begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
Music
Prince... in the shower... naked... and with a firm hair brush.
Films
"Teen harlets in heat 3"; "Teen harlets in heat 4"; "Teen harlets not in heat 2"
Sports
Are Jello shots a sport? (if you've seen my butt, you'd know that's a stoopid question)
Drinks
hehehehehehehehe... that's a funny question.
Blood Type
Vodka & Guinness
Fetishes
Short Italian/Greek women with a propensity for ceiling fans.
Words to live by:
The only good thing about the morning is that it's over by the afternoon.

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  • Katina L. Ventura-Bergstrom
    Katina L. Ventura-Bergstrom

    To all of my friends that have never met Steve, please allow a moment of silence. OKAY, a second is enough!!! The man has lost far too MANY brain cells in various frightening ways and I suppose I'm somewhat responsible since I once dated him. It must have been the ceiling fan??? I think it's a love/hate thing so we've continued our sick and wrong friendship for about 15 years. If he doesn't scare you IMMEDIATELY, he'll have you laughing in no time. He's been a great friend to me, allowed me to cry on his shoulder far too many times, and always has me laughing through the tears! He's an amazing person!

    9/14/05