ah, gabe. aka ice shit. yo. the only other person who truly knows about walking aerodynamics, the booty call, and hot lava. there is never a dull moment when gabe is afoot. gabriel absolutely has to be the busiest, most social boy i know. i live right above him, and we have fabulous whiteboard conversations, but i very rarely see him. i have, however, channelled him in a dream- we switched places. i can now say, without a doubt, that i know what it feels like to be gabe. gabe's web page

gabe, wearing cow horns, big plastic cigar in mouth, being ridden by david.

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