Joe is... slightly clammy high-fives in the junior hallway, hard liquor that tastes of dirty laundry, smoking weed seven times a day, fake tits and looking good with them, the brother to a woman I'm extremely attracted to, the spirit of New Hampshire, a little immoral, terribly funny, the son of a woman I'm extremely attracted to, quite pale, black coffee incarnate, our next great American writer, a European blend, great in bed, a dog-fucker, caustic, stylish and in a band, like a well-crafted saxaphone, begging to be played, quick with words, Reptar, a little bit anorexic.
two years ago, i searched through the screen names that had logged into my brother's AIM in order to retrieve the screen name of our dear joseph wilner. when i found out he blocked everyone not on his buddylist, i was distraught. it was only once i had left a post-it saying that he only owned four shirts on the screen, that he took a stand and replied on a new post it, calling me a poseur. we've been biffers ever since.