I'm a damn good SS & leadoff hitter for my softball team( playing mostly with guys 10 yrs my jr.)

My knowledge of pop/rock music post-1960 is extensive enough to get me on the short-lived Rock and Roll Jeopardy years back(I with nice parting gifts, thank you)

I have successfully lived the last 5 and a half years beating up a demon of mine. I'm pretty good at resisting temptation.

Quote: Originally Posted By bklynborn on 9/23/2009
I'm a damn good SS & leadoff hitter for my softball team( playing mostly with guys 10 yrs my jr.)

My knowledge of pop/rock music post-1960 is extensive enough to get me on the short-lived Rock and Roll Jeopardy years back(I with nice parting gifts, thank you)

I have successfully lived the last 5 and a half years beating up a demon of mine. I'm pretty good at resisting temptation.

demon beating is tuff business...keep up the good work

Reading most of these gives me faith that men arent all idiots. That we learned something from our parents. And Bklyn keep on resisting. It is tough work cause I have a few of my own. Semper Fi

I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have
been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making them more
efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate ethnic slurs for Cuban
refugees, I write award-winning operas, I manage time efficiently.
Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row.

I woo women with my sensuous and godlike trombone playing, I can pilot
bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook Thirty-Minute
Brownies in twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and
an outlaw in Peru.

Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended
a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I
play bluegrass cello, I was scouted by the Mets, I am the subject of
numerous documentaries. When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in
my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, after school, I repair
electrical appliances free of charge.

I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics
worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear. I don't
perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. I have been caller
number nine and have won the weekend passes. Last summer I toured New Jersey
with a traveling centrifugal-force demonstration. I bat 400. My deft floral
arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. Children
trust me.

I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I
once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in one day and
still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I know the
exact location of every food item in the supermarket. I have performed
several covert operations for the CIA. I sleep once a week; when I do sleep,
I sleep in a chair. While on vacation in Canada, I successfully negotiated
with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. The laws of
physics do not apply to me.

I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid. On
weekends, to let off steam, I participate in full-contact origami. Years ago
I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I have made
extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a toaster oven. I
breed prizewinning clams. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving
competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the Kremlin. I have played
Hamlet, I have performed open-heart surgery, and I have spoken with Elvis.

.......he doesn't always drink beer, but when he does, he drinks Dos Equis.



He is the world's most interesting man.....

LOL

Quote: Originally Posted By arvidjosef on 9/24/2009I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have
been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making them more
efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate ethnic slurs for Cuban
refugees, I write award-winning operas, I manage time efficiently.
Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row.

I woo women with my sensuous and godlike trombone playing, I can pilot
bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook Thirty-Minute
Brownies in twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and
an outlaw in Peru.

Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended
a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I
play bluegrass cello, I was scouted by the Mets, I am the subject of
numerous documentaries. When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in
my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, after school, I repair
electrical appliances free of charge.

I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics
worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear. I don't
perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. I have been caller
number nine and have won the weekend passes. Last summer I toured New Jersey
with a traveling centrifugal-force demonstration. I bat 400. My deft floral
arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. Children
trust me.

I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I
once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in one day and
still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I know the
exact location of every food item in the supermarket. I have performed
several covert operations for the CIA. I sleep once a week; when I do sleep,
I sleep in a chair. While on vacation in Canada, I successfully negotiated
with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. The laws of
physics do not apply to me.

I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid. On
weekends, to let off steam, I participate in full-contact origami. Years ago
I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I have made
extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a toaster oven. I
breed prizewinning clams. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving
competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the Kremlin. I have played
Hamlet, I have performed open-heart surgery, and I have spoken with Elvis.

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Hugh Gallagher's "College Essay".

Quote: Originally Posted By dtownlove10 on 9/24/2009 Hugh Gallagher's "College Essay".

Jeez dtown..I haven't been outed this quickly since my "P-Town" trip back in '08

Quote: Originally Posted By dtownlove10 on 9/24/2009
Hugh Gallagher's "College Essay".

I remember my essay, the question had to do with an important lesson learned. I told the story "David" who was in my fifth grade class with Mrs. Perry. David was, shall we say, less than adept socially, introverted, shy, but not a bad kid, just a square peg. One day David ****** himself while sitting in the middle of the class. Apparently he was to embarassed to raise his hand to ask permission to use the bathroom because the teacher ******* out another kid who was contstantly asking to use the bathroom. Well he was about a thousand times more embarassed as the odor wafted through the classroom. The lesson learned - If you gotta go, leave the room and don't hold it in.

Post Script: It is my understanding that David now lives very comfortably and makes more money than Jesus.

I also remember my essay - it had to do with Mr. Schnecker who owned a farm across the street. Mr. Schnecker was a mean ole man who lived alone and carried a shot gun around his farm and hated the kids in the area (the feeling was mutual). Our parents all told us to leave him alone.

He used an outhouse. Not sure why, but he had this outhouse and it was under this big old tree. Mr. Schnecker in his old 1949 ford pickup to go to town and me and three buddies climbed the tree and we were standing on the top of the outhouse holding on to a branch that hung over it. Just the tops of our sneekers touched.

We found that we could rock the out house side by side. We did not mean to tip it over, that was not our original intention, but it tipped over and smashed into a million pieces.

Me and my friend were hanging onto the limb and under us was a shithole.

The lesson learned - when hanging over a shithole, don't let go.

postscript: Mr. Schnecker is dead and his land is now a condo.

Quote: Originally Posted By arvidjosef on 9/24/2009

Quote: Originally Posted By dtownlove10 on 9/24/2009
Hugh Gallagher's "College Essay".

Jeez dtown..I haven't been outed this quickly since my "P-Town" trip back in '0

With all do respect arvid, I did find it hilarous and have already used some lines in a fantasy football league post. However it was so clever I had to do a search to find out if you were crafty enough to come up with that yourself.

And now you owe us a story about your "P-town trip"

I am not interesting. What am I supposed to say? I went to magic camp? That I'm an accomplished ventriloquist? Oh, I *am* the Seventh Degree Imperial Yo-Yo Master. "Ooh, do me, Yo-Yo Master, I want you to do me cause you're the yo-yo guy!"

Arvidjosef, one of the funniest posts I've ever read. If nothing else (assuming a few exaggerations!) you're damn good at creative writing. As for me, I'm realy good at reading these posts.