I cut my thumb down the side with an utility knife. I SHOULD have gotten stitched, but I didn't. Little known fact--your nerves run down the sided of your fingers. I still have numbness on one side of that thumb some 15 years later.
Glory ,'Potential'
Natter 54: Right here, dammit.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Bowling & Archery
Is it a thing to do these things together? Like skiing and shooting in the winter olympics biathlon??
You never know when you might need to clock a guy in the ankle with a 9-lb. weight, and then shoot him full of arrows, you know?
DIALECTS & ACCENTS: English, Southern, New Yorker, Aristocrat, British, Irish, Australian, French, Indian
Huh? I've seen dating sites that ask for what languages you speak, but what possible use would anyone have for knowing that he can do accents? And all of those are pretty vague categories, anyway.
That celebrity lookalikes thing is my favorite part.
ha! Yes. ... And I totally want to know what my celebrity "percentages" are!
I also like "Dialects & Accents"! WTF?!
Golf (Hole in One)
Meaning, he got a hole in one at least once in his lifetime?
I'll bet his English, Aristocratic, British, Irish and Australian all sound EXACTLY the same. What a complete tool.
Meaning, he got a hole in one at least once in his lifetime?
While playing Golden Tee at a bar.
I just realized I'm on my neighbor's wireless. I had to unplug our wireless router when the carpet cleaners came.
English, Aristocrat and British! I didn't even notice the composition of the list!
Also, when he lists he measurements, he lists his waist as 34 x 32. Um, that is your pant size, dumbass. Also, he is a 36 unless his pictures are seriously whack.
I love this.
Jesse, thanks for the early b-day wishes. I had a moment of "but wait! How could Nilly have gotten my b-day mixed up?" but then she came in and righted the world.
The plumber had to cancel the rest of his appointments. He just pulled a couple of toothbrushes out of our upstairs toilet.
This reminds me of the time that DH and my BiL (married to my sister) decided to excavate the bathroom sink in order to figure out why it was so slow. They found several crayons, a sippy valve, and a baby fork and spoon.
That's what we get for letting Franny pretend to wash dishes in the sink.
I don't recall a fascination with the toilet as a kid.
I stuffed toothpicks in the car's ignition.
Seriously every time I look at that douche's stuff I have a new favorite part.