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Bartlet in '08. I'm there.

 

So...if you could, I dunno, have sex with any woman on the planet that you may or may not have had sex with already, who would it be?

 

And don't say Monica Bellucci, because I'm already scheming my way through Vincent Cassel to get to her, she's mine.

 

...Damn. Marks Monica Bellucci off her list.

 

OK. So if I could bang any woman on the face of this earth, who would it be? Well, the list of fantasy celebrity girls is too long to list here, so I'll give you my top three:

 

1) Gina Gershon

2) Sofia Vergara

3) Angelina Jolie

 

But then I snap back to reality.

 

In the real world there's really only one girl I[d share a bed with and that's my nearest and dearest friend Stephanie. The fact that we've slept together before helps of course. But truthfully not many other girls make me turn my head the way she does. *shrug* But hey... I'm always open to suggestion.

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Question: How many more movies will Quientin Tarentino direct before retireing permenantly?

 

Quentin Tarantino, now 42, dropped out of high school at age 16 to start making movies. He didn't get his first movie made until age 24, and has been cranking out movies ever since. His update schedule had been sporadic until recent years, taking as long as a six year break between Jackie Brown (1997) and the Kill Bill (2003-04) series. Judging by his track record he may make one or two more projects before taking another break, and then I think he'll make another five before setting down the camera.

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if you were president...

 

what 3 major changes would you put into order?

 

and would you let a certain...sibob, eat you out from under your desk, lewinski like?

 

In a fit of political suicide, my top three changes would be (In no particular order)

 

1) Gay marriage with full hetero rights.

2) Lowered taxes and tax incentives to persons in the lowest tax brackets and higher taxes for the highest tax brackets.

3) Stop putting the collective american nose where it doesn't belong and focus on ACTUAL anti-terrorism tactics. The country would act more as a neutral mediator than a hard-handed, guns-blazing, international dictator. Instead of saying "We're gonna help you, give you money and food and medical services if you adopt our western way of life, otherwise you're on your own", it'll be more like "Hey, you sound like you could use some help, what can we do?"

 

... Anyway, that's what I'd do.

 

And SiBob can do whatever he wants under the presidential desk as long as he puts away that damn blue dress.

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Are you willing to offer your body to those of us who help fill your question thread up?

 

If you help me to fill up my question thread, I'll help you fill up something else of mine. :D :D

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Good question - well, request - Skeet. *cracks knuckles* OK, you ready? Everybody comfy? Good. Because this is a long story.

 

DJ and I met through the 'net in mid-february of 2000. He lived in Orlando and I was living with my mom on the east coast of FL. We were both still in high school and getting ready for graduation. I had a boyfriend at the time I met DJ that I pretended I was happy with, but let's face it, he was a boring-ass younger guy with his mind more on sports and video games than having a serious relationship. But that's just side-story. DJ was in the process of applying to art school and frankly I had no direction and had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. I thought I kinda wanted to go into computer engineering but then I saw how miserable my mom is at her job, which is in a parallel field, and quickly lost interest. Either way, 4.6.00 was the day I opted to go to an interview at a tech school in Orlando. At least, that's what I told my mom I was doing. I really went and met DJ that day, after corresponding with him online for two months. Leading up to that point we started a whirlwind romance online and it eventually led to me having an amicable split from the then-boyfriend. So when DJ answered the door that day, I was a free woman. We visited for several hours before I went to the actual school interview, and it only amplified what we'd already been feeling for each other. Consequently I was late for my interview and DJ was late for work, but that didn't matter to us at all.

 

So the months went by and we graduated from our respected schools and DJ got accepted to Ringling and was gearing up to move down here to sunny Sarasota. He went on a two-week trip through Europe, which meant I didn't talk to him for two weeks, which only proved that absences really do make the heart grow fonder. After he got back we planned another couple visits, which we spent a few afternoons together, and almost wound up spending the night (!!) but that would come another time.

 

Ironically our meetings to this point had been at his parents' house, but I didn't meet his parents until November - well after DJ had started college. By that point he'd spent every weekend possible driving three hours to see me at my mom's house - something I didn't really give mom a chance to disagree with. It's just that he was always there come friday night. It was all well and good until just before Thanksgiving of 2000 when I noticed it'd been a few months since I'd had my last *ahem* cycle. We jumped the gun a bit and told our parents that I was pregnant, which was fucking frightening as hell. It turned out after all of that drama that I wasn't going to be an unwed teenage mom. I can't remember exactly what it was but after seeing my doc everything went back to normal.

 

Everything after that was routine until march of 01 when my mom and I had a falling out. DJ and I had celebrated our 1-year anniversary the month prior and we were serious about each other, as we still are. I decided it was time for me to get out of the house, which was a good idea at the time but admittedly I probably should have done some growing up and stayed home a bit longer. But then, who's to say where I'd be now? Anyway. I moved in with DJ's parents which made it easier for everybody since his parents didn't have to vie for his attention, he came home every weekend to all of us. I would have much preferred to be staying with him in Sarasota but there was no way I could have afforded it then, hell - I still couldn't afford to live on my own here. So I stuck it out, even got a job with DJ's uncle in his real-estate office. In hindsight I didn't do such a great job there, I was too busy trying to show off and impress the family that I didn't really get any real work done. :oops:

 

An interesting thing happened that summer - DJ had a "friend" who knew a guy who supposedly was going to help DJ get into a quad apartment on the school campus for the next year. He was on a mile-long waiting list, but this guy could supposedly get him 'bumped up'. Well, with a mere few weeks left before school started, DJ still had no place to live for the next two semesters and so it was decided that he would get an apartment, off-campus and on his own, instead, and I decided I was going to go with him and help pay the bills. We went on a day-long, whirlwind tour of Sarasota and Bradenton looking for a place when finally at the end of the day we found something. In retrospect it was a fucking shoebox and it was in a shite part of town, but when I walked in, I felt like it was home.

 

We lived there for 14 months. DJ got through a whole year of school and I was working happily at a PDA Software company doing data entry. Toward the end of that time, though, work wasn't so happy, and we were plagued with a list of problems so long it would make your head spin. DJ came down with a bruised tailbone, my truck was burglarized, I lost my job, my mom had a heart attack, DJ friend got attacked in her own home, we were fighting quite a bit... And then all of that came to a head when DJ and I were in the now-infamous car accident that broke both his legs and put our lives on hold for a whole year. For two months I spent every waking hour by DJ's bedside and then once he was starting to walk again I got a job as a receptionist at his dad's vet clinic. That whole time was just absolutely saturated with us nitpicking and getting under each other's skin but we stuck it out - partly because we're so fucking hard-headed that we weren't about to just sit back and let our relationship fail, but also because we loved each other so fiercely that the idea of us NOT being together was an unbelievable and unbearable thought. Once I got back to working, though, things seemed to calm down little by little. DJ was healing and his dad was having him do some artwork for his clinic and we were making plans to put DJ back in school in the fall. We made the whirlwind apartment search trip again and found the place we're at now. DJ got back into school and I got the job I'm still at today.

 

It isn't a fairytale, it isn't terribly exciting, but we've somehow managed to stay together for over five years now, despite the bumps in the road, as massive as some of them have been.

 

...Hey, you asked. ;)

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Man, i gotta read alla that when im more calm.

dear jess,

 

not to be rude, but if you were gonna get with any 3 chicks (in order) from this board, who'd they be and why?

 

ps you're a cool chick, even if you dont answer. I just thought you should know.

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awww that was so sweet... just one question..

 

 

where the fuck was I in all of this?

 

 

jk lol, just joshin' ya

 

 

so if you could stamp your name on anything in the world, a product, building, whatever... and say it was yours... what would it be.

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Man, i gotta read alla that when im more calm.

dear jess,

 

not to be rude, but if you were gonna get with any 3 chicks (in order) from this board, who'd they be and why? 

 

ps you're a cool chick, even if you dont answer.  I just thought you should know.

 

Not rude at all.

 

In order? and I can only have three? Jeez... um... this may take a while 'cos most of the lovely ladies on here I barely know

 

Ok, here goes.

 

1) MH :D

2) SuperE :D

3) La la la Lindsay :D

 

And thankyou, Nick. I hope I'm even cooler now that I've whittled the list down to a "top 3". There should be a clause here that says that the list is subject to change at any time based solely on what my pretend y-chromosome is in the mood for that day. ;)

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awww that was so sweet... just one question..

where the fuck was I in all of this?

jk lol, just joshin' ya

so if you could stamp your name on anything in the world, a product, building, whatever... and say it was yours... what would it be.

 

Hey, he asked for the story of DJ & Jess - not the story of DJ, Jess & Jason. :D I sat there long enough typing without having to add you and all the porn in there - err, I mean... :D ;)

 

If I could stamp my name on anything in the world and make it mine...

 

Monica Bellucci's ass.

 

Naw, seriously... um... Trump Tower. So then I could sell it back to Mr. Trump for a billion dollars. And all would be right with the world.

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RUBIN! el tiempo largo no ve!

 

 

what kind of wedding do you want to have...

 

and are you gonna place any lame rules on my giving Deej a bachelors party? cuz if not, i am gonna have to have us some JUGGIES!!!!!!!

 

 

:D shit! I shoulda said that after you laid down the rules...

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RUBIN!   el tiempo largo no ve!

what kind of wedding do you want to have...

 

and are you gonna place any lame rules on my giving Deej a bachelors party? cuz if not, i am gonna have to have us some JUGGIES!!!!!!!

:D  shit!  I shoulda said that after you laid down the rules...

 

 

As far as the wedding goes, I want something small and intimate, though judging by the size of DJ's immediate family I don't think that's going to happen. I just hope that some of them sit on my side, because it's gonna just be my mom and sister and a few random friends otherwise.

 

And the stag party? I don't care, really, just as long as you leave the juggies with enough energy for my bachelorette party. ;)

 

Seriously... There aren't any rules. I just demand video tape! :D

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Ruby, I am very flattered. :D

 

With an awesome personality and a rockin body? IT was a no-brainer ;)

 

What do you want for your bachelorette party? And are we invited?

 

I really haven't thought that far ahead as to what I want... Of course I'd want the wildest craziest party the state laws will allow though I don't know that I'd want male strippers. I know what the male anatomy looks like (just go look at the Hot Guys thread, jeez! :D) and the idea of them wiggling their sweaty bits in my face just doesn't appeal to me much. If there *are* male strippers I'll happily hand over the "bride" hat to anyone that wants a special lap dance ;)

 

Other than that, I just want to be surrounded by my friends. As far as gifts go I'm sure there'll be registries all over the damn place. But seriously we haven't thought that far ahead. It's been discussed that the engagement is going to be short so we don't want to jump in that lake until we're absolutely ready to swim it.

 

And yes, you are all invited.

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damn, ya'll keep puttin SB on the spot like that...that's cold. :D

 

 

And what do you mean "putting him on the spot"? There isn't any pressure on his part to do it, I know he's gonna ask and he knows what my answer will be, and that's gonna happen when we're ready for it to happen. I mean shit, if it wasn't for all the ceremonial stuff, ya might as just consider us hitched already.

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fair enough, just...damn. between guys, i mean, chicks like puttin you on the spot and askin (in front of your chick) "so when's the big day?", i really hate that shit, personally. But when other guys do it, most times, theyre just bein a dick. in this case, you put it out there first, SB didnt dodge it, and then others pursued, so its fair game.

Nothin to do with what you two got, just ettiquette....

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As far as the wedding goes, I want something small and intimate, though judging by the size of DJ's immediate family I don't think that's going to happen.  I just hope that some of them sit on my side, because it's gonna just be my mom and sister and a few random friends otherwise.

 

 

yea...Deej does have a mafia like size family...

 

"esh dona mesh with da familia huh, get outta hea"

 

all shall call him Don Rubinstein. and you WILL call him that or I'll make you an offer you can't refuse. :D

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fair enough, just...damn.  between guys, i mean, chicks like puttin you on the spot and askin (in front of your chick) "so when's the big day?", i really hate that shit, personally.  But when other guys do it, most times, theyre just bein a dick.  in this case, you put it out there first, SB didnt dodge it, and then others pursued, so its fair game. 

Nothin to do with what you two got, just ettiquette....

 

Yeah, any other case and I'd agree with you - I hate it too. But in this case, I know that Jess an' I are on the same "we're in no hurry" page so it doesn't bother me much.

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