Share some less ordinary facts about your life.

I'm not proud

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I cut off the corner of my middle finger on my left hand when I was 12. It looks normal except for the fingernail, which actually looks kinda cool.

Apparently I snore REALLY loud(ly). I've never heard it, so I can't say just how loud - but I've driven many people out of many rooms and been kicked out of many rooms.

I had to run out in the middle of a recording session once to buy C4RLY S1M9N a nailfile.

I once killed, skinned and ate a snake. After I'd tanned the hide I made it into a glasses case. I was about 11.

(The workplace was bullpen-style where we all worked at our own drawing boards and could chat while we worked.)

Also, I've promised to marry an another friend of mine and have children with her by the time she turns 30, if neither of us is in a serious relationship by then.

I am a very pale caucasian.

i had hypothermia. in atlanta. in the summer

no broken bones

I have eaten the skull of a snake.

I can parallel park like nobody's business. Even big vans. No problemo.

I used to spend summers in a place called Flin Flon (Manitoba, Canada)

I nearly died from drowning under a strong tide in Mwnt, Wales. Was rescued right after I blacked out and nearly drifted out to sea.

I have *wild flesh* (a scar) on my left eye ball due to a second eye operation.

I have also seen a calf being born & watched a pig walk into a shed and come out in half also everything in between.

I have jumped out of a plane 3 times and survived!

I have more family in Austria than in England.

My mum & myself nearly didn’t make it through my birth.

I have had the top of my left index finger bitten of by a rabbit and than sewn back on, which was handy as if been in several bands over the last ten years playing bass & guitar.

Also I’m really fed up at work.

also, i have a white eyebrow.

Oh wow! How did you learn to do this? I did this as a kid while I was eating (with my right hand). It freaks people out when I show'em.

My toes are also very flexible.

omg, i thought i was the only sick fucker.

i used a 3 iron. i ain't proud either!

i have made up for it since, i'm nice to very living thing Apart from people who annoy me.

it also helps with storing phone numbers in my head. i don't even use an address book on my phone.

i nearly died from choking on a denver omelette

i havent seen the ocean for more than 5 minutes

Hey, I have a good friend who also has a white eyebrow, she looks really cool with it!

???

As opposed to those sardines who wouldn't be caught dead outside the anemone without a waistcoat.

and then what??

I forgot to buy teabags this afternoon and I really want a cup of tea right now.

-- Tuomas (lixnix...), December 23rd, 2005. (later)

Europeans, this is why you'll always be in second place.

i once got stuck under a large rock after falling out of a raft on pennsylvania's lehigh river. i was underwater for several minutes and it was very very cold.

-- inger lynde (theundergroundhom...), December 24th, 2005. (later)

I have done this several times in my job taking kids on survival camps as their 9th grade teacher. I am unbreakable.

yeah, it didn't traumatize me or anything, but i was pretty sick for the entire week afterwards. i'm up for doing it again though, maybe later this winter while the rates are still cheap .

I still find this kinda incomprehensible. I mean, during the summer I often walk barefoot (no drug needles on Helsinki streets, yet), but I couldn't imagine going through the winter without socks. Then again, your winters are probably quite different from ours. How far south is Denver?

two regular nipples, two vestigial tiny half-formed ones directly underneath.

-- Huk-L (handsomishbo...), December 22nd, 2005.

when the full moon arrives do you transform into a were-turkey?

WTF! I'd have a hella confusing time not knowing which one to suck first.

I played in an orchestra on national TV in Venezuela when I was 16.

when the full moon arrives do you transform into a were-turkey?

It being Huk, I was more thinking he might have acquired the proportional strength of a turkey, and perhaps an uncanny turkey sense. Perhaps the ability to climb walls as well as a turkey also. I'm not entirely clear how we'd notice if these things had happened.

-- Nathalie (stevi...) (webmail), December 24th, 2005. (stevie nixed) (later)

Okay, this has got to rank in the top 10 of greatest ILE exchanges ever!

i havent seen the ocean for more than 5 minutes

― POOP BITCH (Mandee), Friday, December 23, 2005 9:56 AM (4 years ago) Bookmark
this is completely shocking to me

still, i dont think i saw snow until i was 9 or 10 so i guess thats weird to CO peeps

My picture was once on the front cover of The Independent.

I'm 34 and still have a milk tooth.

lol dentally retarded.

When I moved to Chicago in January it was the first time I'd ever been West of Atlanta.

I also still have a milk tooth at 30. Apparently it just happens sometimes that the adult set is one tooth short so there is no new tooth under it.

I told my mother it was still there a decade ago and she was all "no no, you must just have forgotten it coming out" and no dentist ever mentioned it until about 2 years ago, which gave me smug feelings of having been right all along

When I was 17 I found out that my Dad was adopted, and that the woman that I'd been calling "Aunty Margaret" was actually my grandmother.

I am colorblind.

My great-great grandfather was Albert Jacka, the first Australian to win the Victoria Cross (Gallipoli, WWI), who later became mayor of St Kilda.

I met my husband online in 1994 (lol usenet, alt.music.pearljam)...I was 19 and he was 30. We emailed each other for 4 years with no photos/phonecalls until 1998 when he called me to wish me a happy birthday. We exchanged photos soon after that. In 1999 I flew to San Francisco where we met for the first time. I flew back again in 2000. He came to Melbourne in 2001. In 2002 I moved here permanently, we have been married now for 8 years. He's rad.

I once purchased a dozen eggs and all twelve of them had doubled yolks. I suspect someone at the egg packing plant was having a bit of fun.

Wow, that's kinda cool!

I was once chased by a peacock in Portugal.

I had to wear a leg brace a la Forrest Gump for a while when I was 5-6 years old to correct pigeon-toe (but I still am, slightly).

i am genetically missing 5 adult teeth.

... but i still have a winning smile!

Everything about every part of my life has already been posted somewhere on ILX.

I once purchased a dozen eggs and all twelve of them had doubled yolks. I suspect someone at the egg packing plant was having a bit of fun.

― Aimless, Friday, 1 October 2010 19:00 (50 minutes ago)

how could the egg packers know (or cause) the double yolks? doesn't this just mean the hens who laid those eggs were distressed?

When I moved to Chicago in January it was the first time I'd ever been West of Atlanta.

I was looking at a map recently and realized that Atlanta is further west than I always imagine it to be. I guess because I forget how much the East Coast moves inward the further south it goes. Like, there are towns in South Carolina that are further west of Detroit.

how could the egg packers know (or cause) the double yolks? doesn't this just mean the hens who laid those eggs were distressed?

― NI, Friday, October 1, 2010 2:52 PM (47 minutes ago)

Didn't you answer your own question? Clearly the packers were picking on the chickens to the double yoking point.

NI, the shape of each of the eggs was somewhat elongated, giving an external clue, and there's a little trick called candling, where you hold the egg in front of a bright light in a dark place and you can see the denser parts as dark spots. But of course, all I know is what I saw; the rest is mere guesswork.

I got poison ivy in a v special place

I am thirty. I have been employed in the following capacities for 6-23 months each:

1) Camp Counselor at a Boy Scout Camp
2) Daycare Assistant at a Quaker school
3) Landscaping / azalea trimmer for a really, really old botanist
4) Barrista / sous chef at a bistro in RI
6) Bus boy at a 3 star restaurant (ONLY JOB I GOT FIRED FROM)
7) Projectionist at a crummy revival movie house
8) Assistant Audio Tech / Concert Engineer (for G-Love, Naughty by Nature, Run DMC, and a bunch of crunchy folkies)
9) Cake decorator at a crypto-Catholic bakery in Berkeley, California
10) Assistant meatcutter and deli head for a family run butcher shop in Rhode Island
11) Fifth grade interim teacher in a failing charter school
12) Associate Producer for a couple of super-crappy TV shows
13) Fifth Grade Assistant Teacher at a progressive school in Los Angeles
14) Manuscript Editor and freelance young adult literacy consultant
15) Nanny
16) Full-time tutor and babysitter
17) Ghostwriter for YA publishing house
18) Bookseller
19) Security guard
20) Bookstore manager
21) Manager of a stationery boutique
22) Clerk at a pen store
23) Fifth grade teacher (getting an M.Ed this time)

once when i was cutting jalapeños i went pee without washing my hands furst

oh god

I got poison ivy in a v special place

Was it good for the poison ivy too?

i once chopped habaneros and didn't wash my hands ~enough~ apparently, and took out my contacts

xp ned i don't know. i sure fucking hope so

a few things:

- my knee was infected by lyme disease when i was 13, and i was in the hospital for a week on massive amounts of morphine. if i'd waited any longer to go to the hospital, it would have infected my heart and i would have most likely died.

- my great-grandfather, Ray Claflin Bridgman, was a member of the Lafayette Escadrille elite flying corps in WWI. he flew more missions over German territory than any other pilot in the world at the time. later, he became a Greek professor at NYU, and then, during the second world war, he took a walk off the Staten Island ferry.

- this carillon is named after my great great grandfather on my dad's side
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1aDX0mUiCBg

- and finally, i have had scabies four times.

Like, there are towns in South Carolina that are further west of Detroit.

You've made me think today. For example, I now know that despite being 100 miles from the Mississippi River, Little Rock is located east of the Twin Cities, due south from Wisconsin.

remy what was being a nanny like?

it was great. i loved, loved, loved the kid and family i worked with. the parents were really incredible people. nevertheless, the father in the family always made me aware that i was "hired help" and not a family friend. this became sort of hard to deal with after a while, especially when i stopped working with the son (who was 10-12 when i nannied) and the father made little to no effort to keep up the relationship between the son and i (although it was very good for the kid).

I had skin graft surgery on my right eardrum when I was ten. My brother kicked me in the head when we were wrestling in a swimming pool and it exploded.
Pretty painful.

I didn't know till just now that another term for baby tooth is milk tooth.

since 2005 I have really gotten a good eyeful of the ocean. Swam in it, even. So yeah.

I love it. CO would be perfect if we had a beach.

Elmo I am missing 4 teeth

4 wisdom teeth and I had 4 pulled when they installed braces on my teeth when I was 13.

I have appeared in the newspaper (Sydney Morning Heard) exactly once because I attended a summer class on Serial Killers. Apparently a class on Serial Killers was big shocking news? It was the first night and the photographers were waiting outside when we left. The TA teaching the class knew about 1/10 of what I knew and about a 1/100 of what my friend knew (her mom used to read her books about serial killers when she was a kid) so we didn't go back again.

going back to the ocean revive here: one of my great-great-grandfathers - my father's mother's mother's father - lived in Chile and was around a hundred years old when he died. there was no record of his birth but he remembered being around ten at the start of the war of the pacific (1879-84) and died in the late 1960s, after the moon landing; which he didn't believe in. he lived around 150 miles inland from the ocean, in chile you're never more than a couple hundred miles from the ocean, but never saw it until a few years before his death. upon seeing it he remarked 'what a wide river-mouth".

Ha wonderful!

I met my husband online in 1994 (lol usenet, alt.music.pearljam)...I was 19 and he was 30. We emailed each other for 4 years with no photos/phonecalls until 1998 when he called me to wish me a happy birthday. We exchanged photos soon after that. In 1999 I flew to San Francisco where we met for the first time. I flew back again in 2000. He came to Melbourne in 2001. In 2002 I moved here permanently, we have been married now for 8 years. He's rad.

― VegemiteGrrrl

Yay!

I'm here mainly to appreciate, it seems. I have no unusual facts about myself.

I have had both Scarlet Fever and Scurvy

In 1987 I was the 5 state junior high power rifle champion and was supposed to go to compete in the nationals but refused because i was lazy and frankly thought that the majority of high power rifle peeps were fucking creepy.

Bummer on the scurvy, jjjusten- a friend of mine in college had it. (Though she got it bc she was literally living on coffee & cigarettes)

add captain crunch, pepsi, booze and plenty o drukqs to that and you have my situ

i once went aboard the calypso and very (very) briefly met jacques cousteau, it was a childhood dream that came true which has not always been the case.

i was hit by a van when i was about 5, uninjured. it was the warden's van in a public park which was meant to be closed to cars at the time and my parents sued, meaning i got 2000 pounds when i turned 18. which i spent in about a month. idiot.

if i was a girl i'd have been called Rona. lucky escape. what a weird fucking name.

i hope these aren't too ordinary!

In the geography bee, I came in 9th in the state of Washington.

The summer I turned 18, my lung collapsed. Twice. In one month.

I MCed the New Orleans Jazz festival when i was 6 and turned pages for Eubie Blake. Years later I discovered this was partly motivated by the idea that people would A) clean up their trash if a small child asked them to B) probably not throw bottles at a 6 year old. Both turned out to be true!

My most prized posession as a child was a tiny motorcycle jacket that Crystal Gayle bought for me while we were touring with her. When I met her I was so awestruck and shy that I hid behind the door for a while, because in my mind she was the most famous person in the world because she had gotten to spend time with the muppets.

Phil Jackson signed my basketball jersey in Polson, Montana.

I also spent a whole Sha Na Na tour hanging out with Bowser every chance I got, which effectively ruined a year of him getting laid because all the groupies thought I was his kid.

I found the 6th known copy (at the time) of Lucky Fights It Through, the 1949 VD-education comic book by Harvey Kurtzman.

i once went aboard the calypso and very (very) briefly met jacques cousteau, it was a childhood dream that came true which has not always been the case.

― estela, Friday, October 1, 2010 7:49 PM (10 minutes ago) Bookmark Suggest Ban Permalink

i learned to swim in the lake where jacques cousteau learned to scuba, strangely its in vermont

I began keeping a diary when I was 8 years old and was not a very good speller. I still have this diary (and all other diaries and journals I have ever kept).

For reasons that I can't fathom at all now, I wrote down my age at the end of each diary entry for years.

First page text:

June 3, 1980 Tuesbay
I clecket rocks. Now I am 8 years old. And when I am done clecketing rocks I go swimming.
8 years old

AWESOME

I found the 6th known copy (at the time) of Lucky Fights It Through, the 1949 VD-education comic book by Harvey Kurtzman.

― In "Bob" There Is No East or West (WmC), Saturday, October 2, 2010 12:00 AM (26 minutes ago) Bookmark

^^ awesome

As a child I thought that in my last life I has been a purple horse and would constantly bring this up in conversation. 'Well, when I was a purple horse.....'

omg sunny <3

First page text:

June 3, 1980 Tuesbay
I clecket rocks. Now I am 8 years old. And when I am done clecketing rocks I go swimming.
8 years old

― Sara R-C, Friday, October 1, 2010 8:23 PM (13 minutes ago) Bookmark Suggest Ban Permalink

demands it own thread

"clecket" <3 <3

When I was little I thought my life was a story that someone else was reading to their kids for bedtime, so I would try to make sure I did something interesting each day so that the bedtime story would be good.

I'm going to try that.

VegemiteGrrrl THAT is awesome! I wish I would have thought of *that* when I was 8.

It helped me be okay with bad/sad things too, bc I figured that was just part of the story, lol

i think they call that borderline personality disorder!

Hi, how ya doin :)

i've said this before, but i used to believe my dog had cameras behind her eyes that my mother could check to see if i was doing bad things when she wasn't around

You ever think your life is a thread that someone on the Internet is reading?

As a child I thought that in my last life I has been a purple horse and would constantly bring this up in conversation. 'Well, when I was a purple horse.....'

― Opening a can of whooptuomass (sunny successor), Saturday, 2 October 2010 01:32

this is amazing

once held up a famous professional footballer in an airport baggage check to explain why i had a knife in a bag i hadn't packed.

have sold sex aids over the phone to drunk britishers for a living. v1nn1e j0nes rang once for a laugh.

instead of going to college after matriculation, i stayed home and kinda raised my younger brothers for a few years.

i've only ever had two girlfriends, but they've covered 11 years and counting between them.

my headmaster beat me up once while the vice principal checked for onlookers. forgot that!

my headmaster beat me up once while the vice principal checked for onlookers. forgot that!

!!!!

it was For My Own Good in the long run iirc

i'm surprised by the recency of these sort of incidents in Ireland, a frtiend of mine who is like 32 said in his school they would be hit with rulers etc as a matter of course.

well... yeah?

as far as I know, I am the youngest person ever elected by vote to the state central committee of a ballot-qualified political party - I was thirteen or fourteen and voted how I was told by my stepdad, who was the party chair

excellent thread, although it makes me realise how terrible my biography is going to be.

the only thing I can think of is - I was born with terrible breathing problems due to an underdeveloped jaw ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pierre_Robin_syndrome ) and my family were told I probably wouldn't live. But seven weeks in intensive care and I was good to go. Cursed with a weak jawline forever, though.

my headmaster beat me up once while the vice principal checked for onlookers

would love to know full story behind this

later so!

When I was little I thought my life was a story that someone else was reading to their kids for bedtime, so I would try to make sure I did something interesting each day so that the bedtime story would be good.

― VegemiteGrrrl, Saturday, October 2, 2010 1:45 AM (14 hours ago) Bookmark

i still do this

I have no memory of this but my parents have told me when I was really little I saw what was my presumably my first real life Black child and I turned to my mom and shouted "Mom! IT'S ARNOLD!" loudly.

i was watching a bunch of black & white tv with my mom one day and i turned to her and said "when did the world become color?"

My life is a series of less ordinary facts interrupted by eating and sleeping.

My parents were born in the same hospital, my mum on the 18th of May; my dad on the 19th. Having done the math, I appear to have been conceived on a night that began with my mum's 23rd birthday and finished with my dad's. OoooOooooooOooer. Before I was five, I'd had meningococcal meningitis, two dog maulings and kidney cancer - and was not predicted to survive either illness.

Lol zorn

Also I used to get tons of nosebleeds because of nasal intubation in hospital for above illnesses and my DiY solution was to jam toilet paper in each nostril so the paper train below looked like Captain Kangaroo's moustache. So, obviously, I told people I was just being Captain Kangaroo.

A group of neighborhood kids used to concern-troll one of our number who was allergic to pretty much everything normal - and being kids, we were like 'wait, no chocolate? No corn? No milk? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?'' to the point where the boy decided to write a letter to a Presidential candidate telling him about count-to-ten anger management when people were picking on him. As it was 1976 and the candidate was Jimmy Carter, the kid got a letter back and an invitation to come to the inauguration should Carter win - and because the family were poor, people including his friends who'd picked on him passed a hat around so the kid and his parents could go.

The only fan letters I have ever written as a child went to Johnny Cash, and they had stamps drawn on and coloured in. I was five.

The first concert I ever attended was Celine Dion, pre-Titanic, at the tender age of 7

When I was in 2nd grade mother pulled me out of school early once to go to a Mary Higgins Clark book signing; she was my favorite.

ha, I did the "when did the world become colour?" thing too. Stupid, stupid child.

my headmaster beat me up once while the vice principal checked for onlookers

would love to know full story behind this

― NI, 02 October 2010 13:49

TL;DR alert but anyway-

I was called from a class to the Vice Principal's office, where he launches into a 'what did you get up to during break' intense interrogation. I hadn't really gotten up to anything except the usual football, so I kinda stuck to that story. He kept at it, 'what did you get up to during break, what went on during break'. I really hadn't any other story, so couldn't enlighten him any.

So out he comes with an accusation that I'd gone to town on an unnamed first year at some stage that day, and had been named by the kid. Taken aback, all I had was, 'um, I tackled one during a kickabout' (whom I named), but was fairly sure I hadn't hurt anyone.

In bursts the headmaster, who's a bit of a cowboy prone to getting his dig in (if you've seen Colm Meaney in 'Intermission' you're onto the gist of it)- picks me up bodily and flings me off the far wall- ranting and raving about how the kid I've named has plenty of older brothers that would love a piece of a thug like me. The VP sames fairly taken aback himself, but nonetheless heads out to the open door and gives the corridor the old one-two glance while I'm face-slapped, thrown around and take a few punches to the stomach for me troubles. Takes maybe a half minute, I dunno, VP eventually steps in. I'm sent back to class.

Fairly bewildered and shocked, I spend the rest of the day more worried that I'd inadvertently done damage to a kid I know and quite like, so when I see him on the bus later I quietly head over to see if he's ok and apologise (and I mean quietly, because I felt bad enough having hurt him, I don't want to intimidate him cos I feel enough of a bully already)- he doesn't have a clue what I'm on about, in fact he thinks I've gone soft if I thought he'd go complaining to teachers about a football tackle etc.

So turns out that another guy in my year called Derek McSomething had kicked shit out of a young fella from up the island round behind the sheds. Said young fella didn't know one third year from another, got yerman's name garbled and between them they came up with mine somehow (don't ask me how, I wasn't exactly the fighter of the village, though it's fair to say I'd a mouth on me alright).

Best guess I can make is that the VP and principal agreed to get me in to admit it, and the principal was waiting outside the door to hear me fess up. That not forthcoming, the fact that he was obviously worked up and ready to go to town on someone already, and that I'd given him the name of the kid I'd been playing football with as some kind of half excuse (? I dunno?), and probably that I wasn't his favourite student to begin with gave him enough to go 'fuckit' and unleash on me anyways.

Eh that's about it- never went any further, cos in rural Ireland if you went home and let them know you'd taken a slap or two from a teacher the assumption was that you probably'd had it coming anyway.

That's rough, dude. So was the principal just kind of a wacko hothead in general?

if you've seen Colm Meaney in 'Intermission' you're onto the gist of it

^^^^!

lol my memory really sucks. And you are?

damn so it wasn't even partly-justifed. you say it was for your own good though, were you a rum kid in general?

I have been raided by the FBI

― Mickey (modestmickey), Friday, 23 December 2005 06:54 (4 years ago) Permalink
I've had sex with fewer girls than fingers on one hand, but I have had two threesomes

― Mickey (modestmickey), Friday, 23 December 2005 06:54 (4 years ago) Permalink
I've been in the newspaper numerous times for being arrested, but at this point I still have a clean criminal record

― Mickey (modestmickey), Friday, 23 December 2005 06:55 (4 years ago) Permalink
Despite all that, I plan on being a lawyer

― Mickey (modestmickey), Friday, 23 December 2005 06:55 (4 years ago) Permalink
I am a heterosexual male with a navel piercing

― Mickey (modestmickey), Friday, 23 December 2005 06:56 (4 years ago)

this is like one of those "news quiz" columns in the times: which statement is true/false?

ALL OF THE ABOVE

wonder how law school turned out

In middle school I may have been the victim of an extremely disgusting 'prank', and will probably never know for sure whether it happened or not, but...

As mentioned in other threads, I got fucked with a lot in middle school, and I played baseball, but had previously played in less competitive leagues on teams where all the players got along. So I went over to Pony, and it was almost like the baseball version of The Mighty Ducks. I'm on one of the worst teams in the league, partially because everybody on the team hates each other. This is the only team I've ever played on that heckled their OWN PLAYERS at the plate (including me).

Anyway, I was pretty good the years prior, but the psychological torment and higher degree of skill in the league made me turn in my worst year as a player, so I was playing late innings only mostly. This one game, already feeling like shit, I come off the field after the third out, and immediately run to my Gatorade as I'm thirsty.

As I take a few swigs, I notice everybody turning their head to watch me, and I know obviously there's a reason. I detect an excessive dampness on the rim of the container, and I said "Did you backwash (spit) in this?" to the ringleader. He laughs Chesire-cat style and said "Yeaaaaaah, we backwashed in it, that's what we did".

The next day, word went around the school that I drank piss. One of the offenders friends was insisting that the kid had taken it behind a dugout and peed in it, and that he knew for a fact it had happened because when he came back it was much 'fuller' than when he had left. The friend never changed his story. The offender then denied it a few days later, saying they were just joking...but I don't now if he really was kidding all along, or if he just said he was so that I didn't report him to anybody.

It's a wonder I didn't stab somebody in middle school.

That's horrible!

I've had sex with fewer girls than fingers on one hand, but I have had two threesomes

― Mickey (modestmickey), Friday, 23 December 2005 06:54 (4 years ago) Permalink

This is some real "that man's father is my father's son" nuttiness.

I've had sex with more fingers on one hand than girls

hahahah

I have fingers on one hand that have had sex with fewer girls

I've had girls fingers on more than one sex hand

The answer is that the doctor was HIS MOTHER!

If your sister's aunt's dog has five pineapples, which train holds more coal?

the one run by the Libertarians

If your sister's aunt's dog has five pineapples, which train holds more coal?
--VegemiteGrrrl

Irl lol at this

I was looking at a map recently and realized that Atlanta is further west than I always imagine it to be. I guess because I forget how much the East Coast moves inward the further south it goes. Like, there are towns in South Carolina that are further west of Detroit.

― jaymc, Friday, October 1, 2010 1:53 PM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

Cleveland is further west than any part of South America's mainland.

only if you buy the whole "earth is round" theory

I am a native Clevelander...what does this mean for me?

You should move?

i think

i think she would still be a native clevelander?

My father was killed in a sword fight by a man with six fingers. No, wait. That can't be right. My name is NOT Inigo Montoya.

At 2 years old, I nearly drowned Ina steeple chase pit.

i lived here for about a year when i was ten years old: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Providenciales

our house was on chalk sound (pictured)

one time my friend and i swam around chalk sound and collected a bunch of conchs (live ones, not just shells) and put them on a surf board and floated them around, we found like twenty of them. i later killed one with a hammer and felt totally awful, never really killed anything again after that.

I, somewhat unintentionally, got a girl to strip - totally naked - in the middle of a dance floor.

― Thermo Thinwall (Thermo Thinwall), Thursday, December 22, 2005 11:14 PM (6 years ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

idk how this went without comment. did you say the secret code that drives women crazy? did you puke on her?

Darragh's story reminds me of similar ones my old flatmate, a Corkman, told me. He too said that teachers hitting kids wasn't that unusual. I never heard of it at all, growing up. Still surprises me.

Lol I made that exact point upthread

a shure he gave me a mighty reference tho so all's well

I appear on the back of the Playn Jayn's Friday 13th lp.

I was on Songs Of Praise as a cub scout in the Royal Albert Hall in the late 70s.

Melanie Lynskey's dad (a dr) told my mother I was a hypochondriac looking for attention.

it turned out I had juvenile arthritis.

Parts of Louisiana are further east than parts of Michigan.

Sorry, I had to put that somewhere.

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/9/99/Cliff_Clavin_in_Cheers.jpg/220px-Cliff_Clavin_in_Cheers.jpg

I don't know what color the sky is in my world anymore.

the first thought that enters my mind when I come across a lawn freshly cut in a diagonal fashion is how great it would be to play touch football with the Kennedy's circa 1960 but now

in 2008, adbusters made me feel like a self-hating hipster

Parts of Michigan are further east than parts of Georgia!

ooh interesting. i used to, for some inexplicable reason, think that it was cool that i was born near the easternmost part of america (way out east in long island) but then i looked at a map and realized that was not the case.

A voter in Wyoming enjoys 66 times as much representation in the Senate as a voter in California!

as recently as the 1980s, a squirrel could walk from Florida to Washington without ever setting foot on a tree.

and that squirrel...is my life

squirrel could do it yet if he wanted i reckon

did u mean the ground xp

poor squirrel

I meant what I said

*sigh*

I've lived in all three Ontario cities with an international bridge to Michigan (Sarnia, Sault Ste. Marie, Windsor)

And I lived in Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan!

im addicted to twix ice cream bars
http://happyspeedy.com/sites/default/files/twix-ice-cream-bar-b1121112.jpg