So, Phil Mickelson is going to come back from being four strikes behind Woods on the back nine Sunday to win his first Major Championship?!
Although I'm a conservative, I would rather some unworthy people get government assistance than for one worthy person to fall through the cracks. I'm not a recycler, but I feel the need to do so. Perhaps I'll look into that now. I absolutely can't stand to see animals suffer. I would watch Animal Planet more (or nature shows on other channels), but I just can't stand it sometimes. I remember watching this show about polar bears. They showed this one just lying out their on the ice with his head down (reminded me of the way my dogs lay at the foot of my desk sometimes). The narrator was saying things like, "Most likely, this bear with starve to death." I'm thinking, "I'd kind of like to throw this guy to him. Feed the bear, idiot. Don't let him just starve." Had to turn it off; it was killing me.
Close... "I rarely wear underwear...and when I do, its usually something unusual." I love photography and photographs. I could stare all day at a wall full of pictures. I have had a .35mm camera since I was 10 because my father and his brother are both shutterbugs. I rarely get the chance to get out and shoot anymore (unless it is with the digital camera), but I used to do it all the time. Nothing gets me like a great photo, particularly a black and white.
-My mom flunked the 4th grade. -I am a gentleman and scholar -Though 35 my favorite song is by a 14 year old named 'Lil Bow Wow' "Little Bow Wow you just don't know, the way you move so fast across the floor..."
I am a dead eye marksman in skeet shooting. The first time I ever did it (without any instruction) I hit 16 out of a round of 24. My dads' mouth dropped to the ground, along with about 6 other guys that were standing around. They said I couldn't do it again. Next round I hit 20 out of 24. Don't know why, but I love to skeet shoot.
I've seen that movie more times than I can possibly remember. I can recite almost every line as the movie plays along. Sad, so sad!
I used to touch old men's enlarged prostate glands at work. (I was an OR Tech. I have also assisted in fixing a fractured penis )
one in a million shot, doc!! one in a million! You might all be surprised to know I'm hanging out with refman RIGHT NOW posting this from the University of Houston Law Center Library...fascinating, huh?
This was a very big guy with a very embarrassed and energetic smaller wife. I think the circumstances were that she was on top and leaned back too far. But I'm not sure because the guy was unconscious and the wife had supposedly told a female nurse who in turn told me. I don't have to explain about the rigidity of blood-filled erectile tissue do I?
This reminds me of a story a friend told me about his dad. The friend used to sing for Fleshmop and Joint Chiefs, by the way, for the old school scenesters out there. This is a quote from his dad: "Son, don't ever let a woman get on top. A woman got on top of me and leaned back... Son, she broke my ****." I don't think anyone would find anything particularly surprising about me. Like Dylan said, "Ain't no use in talking to me. It's just the same as talkin to you."
I am a Mensa candidate? You knew that? Ok Ok. Uh... I am 14... Really? You knew that too? Alright, I know you don't know this, I once used a Dreamcast to surf the BBS..! Damn! You knew that too! What about my obsession of going to Rice U? My uncanny ability to misspell common words but still being able to spell the most difficult words with ease. You know all of this? What about my obsession about wearing clean socks at all times? You didn't know that? Well now you do.
