"you smell like rotten apples tied to a bag of shit."

"BoxOfficePoison needs to get his ass to SF more often, but I guess I’ll let him slide for being such a good guy."

"He’s like Peter Sellers without the accent or the talent."

"If he wanted to spell my name in duck feces, I'd let him. Again."

"Whats that smell?
its either bad meat or good cheese...or boxofficepoison."

"he has an awesome rack."

"one time this guy was right next door to me and i didn't meet him. when i found out, i was hell bent hell bent for leather. i totally raised my fist like a supervillain and yelled out 'HOOOOOGAAAAAN!' that's how cool this guy is."

"BoxOfficePoison makes me smile. Transplanted Yankee that he is, he still manages to like SF. I was well into a buzz during our first conversation, but he made such an impression that it penetrated the fog. I remember talking music, fun, and the most rock-and-roll deaths ever. There's a rumor going around that he'll put soup on a stick for love."

"BoxOfficePoison is the jet settin', life lovin, low hanging, female devouring, psycho attracting man i (and the rest of us) could only wish to be.

That and he's got the word Office in his name. Thats kinda cool for reasons unkown."

"You can expect a forecast of VENGEANCE in the very near future."

"Hey where's that BoxOfficePoison guy, he said he'd pay me 10 dollars if I took off all my clothes."

"This guy had more game in his back pocket than your whole family put together (including the cousin with the camaro.) And is living the life that us mere mortals only dream about. Lucky bastard."