Tim Robbins:
CLASS OF 1979
Hueneme High SchoolClass of 1979
Oxnard, CA
Hueneme High SchoolClass of 1979
Oxnard, CA
Tim's Story
Life
It was tough surviving the Eighties. I was a personal trainer to Sly Stallone. The movie Rambo was initially called Timbo. The plot was a little different. It was about an angry clarinet player on the Oxnard plain looking for payback! Apparently not alot of crowd appeal there.
(I knew I should have taken up the oboe!) (now *that* is a violent instrument)
That didn't pan out so I tried my hand at Tele-evangelism. Very lucrative - a few bad apples spoiled it for all of us. (damn Jim Bakker & Jimmy swaggart!)
I did some work for ABC in Washington D.C., They don't call Cokey Roberts "Cokey" for nothin.
I was instrumental in getting
Marion Berry re-elected Mayor.
I helped capture Noriega down Panama way. I thought I was walking down Canal street in New Orleans and...whoops... wrong canal. It worked out, though, I was glad to help President Reagan. I didn't help liberate Grenada, but I did borrow my mom's Ford Granada that must count for something.
I was drinking buddies with Oliver North and Oliver Stone and Oliver Douglas...
I was the one who finally found Saddam. I was just digging a hole to keep from getting shot by ...Expand for more
my own troops and ...viola! (I was kicked out of Iraq I guess that angry clarinet player thing didn't go over well over there either.)
Oh yes, I almost forgot The Academy award, and of course my sexy wife Susan Sarandon. She's a bit older, we continually re-watch the video of Rocky Horror and re enact the laundry scene from Shawshank Redemption. (That gotta hurt!)
I spent time flying rubber dogs**t out of China because I had a history of highspeed fly-by's and one Admiral's daughter.
I guess my ego keeps writing checks my body can't cash.
I just gotta call from Osama. He wants me to join the Pakistan marching band. I guess he read my script for "Timbo" and figured he could use an angry clarinet player.
No worries though I won't be going to Islamabad anytime soon.
A guy just can't catch a break - I was nominated for a spot on Barak Obama's cabinet but had to decline. Who knew I was supposed to report taxes for my Costa Rican house keeper, Consuelo.
Anyhow if you were wondering where the best of the best is don't try some seedy bar in Miramar. Just flash the (wom)Bat signal and I'm sure I'll find you...or not.
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