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| AKA: |
Heavy D-Flows |
| Year: |
Graduated 2002 |
| Age: |
(4)21, late as always |
| Hometown: |
A large malignant growth attached to NYC |
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| Favorite TV Shows: |
Punky Brewster, and all those reality shows where he becomes reassured that he truly is funnier and more intelligent than most others in this world |
| Favorite Book: |
"How to Love Your Llama Best" |
| Secret Fetish |
Taking long showers to practice juggling bars of soap with his suitemates |
| Spirit Animal: |
A beaver, yes, definately a beaver |
| Hobbies: |
Swearing off sleep in order to find the lost songs of his youth on Napster; Fashioning innovative ways to speak about other's posteriors; Correcting the spelling, grammar, and attempts at funniness in the improv troupe's written forms of communication; Working on his status as a pop culture guru |
| Biggest Failure: |
He was recently demoted to Vice President of the David Lee Roth fan club |
| Most Embarassing Moment: |
Discovering that wearing a denim jacket in 2001 does not say "cutting edge", but rather "Bugle Boy throwback" |
| Quotes: |
"I can't believe this, there are people here that are fatter and funnier than I am... I am no longer the fat, funny one..."
"I'm out, have fun, good luck!" |
| Update: |
On Thursday, November 13, 2003, Michael Alexander Daflos was pronounced dead from complications stemming from a freak subway accident. Daflos was reaching for a one-dollar bill when he lost his balance and fell onto the track below. The magnetized rail apparantly pulled on a metal plate in his head, dislodging it and causing extensive cerebral hemmoraging. He was a great friend and improver, and his jovial demeanor will be missed by most. |
