Brian, I think it’s high time you get the praise and love you deserve.
First off, I’d like to thank you for picking me up at the airport. I was nervous as all hell, meeting strange people in a strange city. You made my arrival in LA just wonderful. You went totally out of your way to pick me and other people up. Thank you.
Secondly, it was great to finally meet you in person. You’ve been a great friend (actually, one of my best friends) for a long time, and it was wonderful to finally get to give you a great big hug.
You’re even funnier in person than you are on the boards, and drop dead sexy. It was all I could do to keep my hands of that sweet, sweet ass.
Seriously, you are one of my dearest friends …always there with a kind word and sympathetic ear. And you give a great hug. You’re the best future roommate a person could want
Rose: do you have any problem with turning this into an Appreciation/Campaign thread? I really think he needs to be Mr. Cynical again – and I know I’m not alone.
I am one of the lucky few who has had the pleasure of hanging out with MrC (he’ll always be MrC to me) TWICE.
The first time, he took me all over Denver. It was just Brian, me, and Brian’s friend Dave. We went to Hooters and laughed. We went to Sing Sing, the greatest bar in the world, and sang “Song for the Dumped” at the top of our lungs. He bought me a prairie fire (tequila and tobasco, aflame) and beer and more tequila. We danced at Polly Esters. He had women all over him (women who didn’t call him back, the bitches).
The second time was at DTF. I knew that my time with people would be limited, so I asked Brian if I could go to the airport with him to pick up Wicky, SeaDiver, and Kyla. I had a great time talking about nothing and standing in the California cold. For the rest of the weekend, I saw him in spurts (a word I shouldn’t use around Brian), and had a good time. As with all the other DTFers, there wasn’t enough time.
Brian has had a rough patch lately. It’s unfortunate, because he deserves the moon and more. I consider him one of my best friends, and I want the world for him.
Cyni! Now that I know that you’re a tall bastard (how did this fact escape me before?) I shall commence stalking you in earnest.
But seriously. You’ve helped me out a lot this past year, and I appreciate it. You’re one of the Good People, my friend, and I hope life starts showing you that in spades soon.
Wow, I don’t think I can say it better than Joey has already.
You know, there’s the kind of friend you can laugh with, the kind you can cry with and the kind that bites you on your chest. Brian, well, two out of three ain’t bad!
But seriously, I can’t say enough good things about MrC. he’s been a friend through thick and thin, can always make me laugh when I feel like shit and probably knows more about me than I know about me. He’s got one of the keenest perceptions I’ve seen and can home in on someone who is sad or lonely or mad in a heartbeat (he learned this from scoping out chicks at the Jr High) and he’s always there to offer a laugh or some consolation. Thanks Brian, I can’t wait to see you again…soon, hopefully.
Really, Mr Cynical suits his facade better than his heart, but Manservant Hecubus is such a sissy name! Do the right thing Bri, be our MrC again.
You know, with all this mist in my eyes (or is that jizz [sub]GODDAMIT BRIAN![/sub]?) I forgot to mention something.
I really do consider you one of my best friends, Bri (<–pronounce that like “Bree” to really piss him off!)
Cyni makes me happy. Cyni gives good hugs. Cyni will beat me for saying so, but he’s not half as lecherous as I expected him to be. Cyni should hang out with me more often.
Cyni is okay with me. Don’t let anyone say anything different.
Well, DTF was my first chance to meet [b[Manservant/Mr. Cynical**, and I had a great time talking with him about the various comfort levels of military transports and all, and I have great respect for a guy who snags the jacuzzi room at the motel. He was the designated “ruler” there, as well. I’d be pleased as punch to knock out the world’s worst Canadian Rat with him, or hang in Colorado for a while (heads up, Brian, we do have operations there) and scope ski bunnies. By the way IANAB = Banana, not Botanist, but I’m not a botanist, either.
Cynical rocks out with his cock out. Frequently, I’m told. That’s right, Cynical! I NEVER called him Hecubus! He’ll always be Cynical to me. And I don’t care if you live in a higher altitude than a Sherpa, I’m gonna beer your ass under the table once I meet you.
