Tell us something we don't know about you

[Admin.]

Now I fully expect to get the usual razzing from the usual suspects in this forum about this, but my feet are not exactly the same size, not off by much, I don't have to special order pairs of shoes or anything, but one foot is just a little bit bigger than it's Socialist Comrade on the other foot, fortunately no one ever notices and I am not subjected to foot shaming or anything.

Chin up, butter cup. I have the same issue with my boobs.

It's not obvious until I point it out....its just a slight difference. But yep. I got a Hefty and a Wimpy.

Boobs and feets and hands, ears, eyes, all that paired stuff we have are rarely exact duplicates. I was doing the facetious.

the way we clasp our hands together has a genetic predisposition, do it now clasp your hands as if in prayer, and then switch witch thumb is on top and see if it feels "different"

 

[Levon]

So, guys, where are your stories?

I lost my virginity when I was 12... there were 3 high school girls in my neighborhood who had a bet on which one could get my cherry, and I found out from Judy's little sister who was in my class. I spent some time trying to scheme a way to plank all three of them, but I realized I wasn't slick enough to pull off that kind of a coup. So I privately talked to each of them shopping for the best deal. Janet was the pretty one but the other 2 were steamy and hot in my book. I ended up giving it up for Phyllis but she had to have 3 sessions with me and teach me some useful stuff, and I didn't deliver until the 3rd session although the other 2 knew nothing of that deal.

 

[Dove]

Now I fully expect to get the usual razzing from the usual suspects in this forum about this, but my feet are not exactly the same size, not off by much, I don't have to special order pairs of shoes or anything, but one foot is just a little bit bigger than it's Socialist Comrade on the other foot, fortunately no one ever notices and I am not subjected to foot shaming or anything.

Chin up, butter cup. I have the same issue with my boobs.

It's not obvious until I point it out....its just a slight difference. But yep. I got a Hefty and a Wimpy.

Boobs and feets and hands, ears, eyes, all that paired stuff we have are rarely exact duplicates. I was doing the facetious.

I know they are not exact duplicates and we are all slightly lopsided.

I was just being supportive, A. Didnt realize you were being facetious and I wasnt going to make fun of you.

 

[Reggie_Essent]

There are things that are difficult to know about each other, since most of us invest a lot of energy in acting like assholes on the boards.

Share something here. (And not so we can use it against you, but so we can love you a little more than we did before)

One time, when I was a lad studying under a renowned professor of Meso-American anthropology, I had the opportunity to attend a viewing of a rare Mayan codex that is housed at the University of Chicago. After the Professor was finished with a rather lengthy lecture regarding every aspect and detail of the codex -- (it's the one some of you may have seen pictures of where the Mayans are sacrificing people to their awful gods and fighting the evil white conquistadors) -- I got to hang out in the rare book room and wander the stacks.

I love books, you see, always have, and back in those days before the inter webs we had no google to find anything at our fingertips. If you wanted to find knowledge back in those days, you had to find it in books. Real books.

Sorry. I digressed again. So anyway, as I wandered the stacks of old and rare books housed in a special locked room in the heart of the University library, I reached for one on a whim. It was an old leather-bound edition of Caesar's Gallic Commentaries. As I reverently cracked the binding and began leafing through the pages I learned the book was printed in London in 1853 and it was in near perfect condition. The onionskin paper had not yellowed even a little bit in the 130-odd years since it had been printed, and as I fanned through the bulk of the pages suddenly the fanning stopped at a marker.

There, tucked into the pages, was a $5 bill. It was a very old $5 bill. A silver certificate $5 bill from 1899 and it had an indian on it. I pocketed the bill and put the book back on the shelf. Turned out the bill was quite rare and I eventually sold it for a tidy profit of just over $4,000. I know I should feel some kind of guilt, and I sometimes wonder who it was that tucked that five bucks into that book back in 18-fucking-99, but then I think about the 4 grand and I feel better.

 

[LotusBud]

There are things that are difficult to know about each other, since most of us invest a lot of energy in acting like assholes on the boards.

Share something here. (And not so we can use it against you, but so we can love you a little more than we did before)

One time, when I was a lad studying under a renowned professor of Meso-American anthropology, I had the opportunity to attend a viewing of a rare Mayan codex that is housed at the University of Chicago. After the Professor was finished with a rather lengthy lecture regarding every aspect and detail of the codex -- (it's the one some of you may have seen pictures of where the Mayans are sacrificing people to their awful gods and fighting the evil white conquistadors) -- I got to hang out in the rare book room and wander the stacks.

I love books, you see, always have, and back in those days before the inter webs we had no google to find anything at our fingertips. If you wanted to find knowledge back in those days, you had to find it in books. Real books.

Sorry. I digressed again. So anyway, as I wandered the stacks of old and rare books housed in a special locked room in the heart of the University library, I reached for one on a whim. It was an old leather-bound edition of Caesar's Gallic Commentaries. As I reverently cracked the binding and began leafing through the pages I learned the book was printed in London in 1853 and it was in near perfect condition. The onionskin paper had not yellowed even a little bit in the 130-odd years since it had been printed, and as I fanned through the bulk of the pages suddenly the fanning stopped at a marker.

There, tucked into the pages, was a $5 bill. It was a very old $5 bill. A silver certificate $5 bill from 1899 and it had an indian on it. I pocketed the bill and put the book back on the shelf. Turned out the bill was quite rare and I eventually sold it for a tidy profit of just over $4,000. I know I should feel some kind of guilt, and I sometimes wonder who it was that tucked that five bucks into that book back in 18-fucking-99, but then I think about the 4 grand and I feel better.

See, education pays!

SO, what did this tell us about you? That you love books and you don't mind a little profiteering here and there?

 

[LotusBud]

So, guys, where are your stories?

I lost my virginity when I was 12... there were 3 high school girls in my neighborhood who had a bet on which one could get my cherry, and I found out from Judy's little sister who was in my class. I spent some time trying to scheme a way to plank all three of them, but I realized I wasn't slick enough to pull off that kind of a coup. So I privately talked to each of them shopping for the best deal. Janet was the pretty one but the other 2 were steamy and hot in my book. I ended up giving it up for Phyllis but she had to have 3 sessions with me and teach me some useful stuff, and I didn't deliver until the 3rd session although the other 2 knew nothing of that deal.

Wow. 12 is pretty young. How do you think that early experience informed the rest of your life?

 

[LotusBud]

Now I fully expect to get the usual razzing from the usual suspects in this forum about this, but my feet are not exactly the same size, not off by much, I don't have to special order pairs of shoes or anything, but one foot is just a little bit bigger than it's Socialist Comrade on the other foot, fortunately no one ever notices and I am not subjected to foot shaming or anything.

Chin up, butter cup. I have the same issue with my boobs.

It's not obvious until I point it out....its just a slight difference. But yep. I got a Hefty and a Wimpy.

Boobs and feets and hands, ears, eyes, all that paired stuff we have are rarely exact duplicates. I was doing the facetious.

the way we clasp our hands together has a genetic predisposition, do it now clasp your hands as if in prayer, and then switch witch thumb is on top and see if it feels "different"

I always put my left thumb on top. I'm assuming my left handedness is the reason???

 

[LotusBud]

Now I fully expect to get the usual razzing from the usual suspects in this forum about this, but my feet are not exactly the same size, not off by much, I don't have to special order pairs of shoes or anything, but one foot is just a little bit bigger than it's Socialist Comrade on the other foot, fortunately no one ever notices and I am not subjected to foot shaming or anything.

Chin up, butter cup. I have the same issue with my boobs.

It's not obvious until I point it out....its just a slight difference. But yep. I got a Hefty and a Wimpy.

I don't think anyone's boobs are identical.

 

[Biggie Smiles]

I banged a 22 year old chic when I was 12

 

[X]

I'm awesome

Perhaps tell us the sotry of why you are awesome.

well, because I am
genetics I suppose

 

[LotusBud]

I'm awesome

Perhaps tell us the sotry of why you are awesome.

well, because I am
genetics I suppose

So, you don't want to play my game. Thanks, anyway.

 

[X]

I'm awesome

Perhaps tell us the sotry of why you are awesome.

well, because I am
genetics I suppose

So, you don't want to play my game. Thanks, anyway.

I am loty ... I don't know why it just sort of oozes from every pore, I've asked the heavens above why I have been stuck with this but no answer as of yet

 

[LotusBud]

I'm awesome

Perhaps tell us the sotry of why you are awesome.

well, because I am
genetics I suppose

So, you don't want to play my game. Thanks, anyway.

I am loty ... I don't know why it just sort of oozes from every pore, I've asked the heavens above why I have been stuck with this but no answer as of yet

Then post something else that has a story to it, please, and thank you.

 

[X]

I'm awesome

Perhaps tell us the sotry of why you are awesome.

well, because I am
genetics I suppose

So, you don't want to play my game. Thanks, anyway.

I am loty ... I don't know why it just sort of oozes from every pore, I've asked the heavens above why I have been stuck with this but no answer as of yet

Then post something else that has a story to it, please, and thank you.

what're you hitler ? I posted a fact about me, its doesnt say 'post a fact and elaborate thread' ffs

 

[LotusBud]

I'm awesome

Perhaps tell us the sotry of why you are awesome.

well, because I am
genetics I suppose

So, you don't want to play my game. Thanks, anyway.

I am loty ... I don't know why it just sort of oozes from every pore, I've asked the heavens above why I have been stuck with this but no answer as of yet

Then post something else that has a story to it, please, and thank you.

what're you hitler ? I posted a fact about me, its doesnt say 'post a fact and elaborate thread' ffs

Hitler, no. Asking for stories, yes.

And, the thing is, we already knew you were awesome. But we srill don't know why.

 

[Seamajor]

So, guys, where are your stories?

Eat shit and die

Sounds like a wonderful life.

 

[Frood]

Where do you place your candy van sign on your bicycle?

 

[Seamajor]

Do you eat LSD, as a habit? Your secret Dinky Dianna?

 

[Frood]

How many licks does it take to get to the centre of a Tico Tot?

 

[Seamajor]

My wife humps my leg for a little wanted action.

My dad knew Donald Trump through the second half of the 80's..

My daughter who is 9 can fart at times for 10 or more seconds straight.

Really DD? Looks like your daughter has lots of class. Like you. You taught her well.

 

[Seamajor]

How many licks does it take to get to the centre of a Tico Tot?

Don’t know??

 

[X]

well
there goes the neighborhood
CLEAN-UP !! Isle 9 .

 

[deport_liberals]

There are things that are difficult to know about each other, since most of us invest a lot of energy in acting like assholes on the boards.

Share something here. (And not so we can use it against you, but so we can love you a little more than we did before)

One time, when I was a lad studying under a renowned professor of Meso-American anthropology, I had the opportunity to attend a viewing of a rare Mayan codex that is housed at the University of Chicago. After the Professor was finished with a rather lengthy lecture regarding every aspect and detail of the codex -- (it's the one some of you may have seen pictures of where the Mayans are sacrificing people to their awful gods and fighting the evil white conquistadors) -- I got to hang out in the rare book room and wander the stacks.

I love books, you see, always have, and back in those days before the inter webs we had no google to find anything at our fingertips. If you wanted to find knowledge back in those days, you had to find it in books. Real books.

Sorry. I digressed again. So anyway, as I wandered the stacks of old and rare books housed in a special locked room in the heart of the University library, I reached for one on a whim. It was an old leather-bound edition of Caesar's Gallic Commentaries. As I reverently cracked the binding and began leafing through the pages I learned the book was printed in London in 1853 and it was in near perfect condition. The onionskin paper had not yellowed even a little bit in the 130-odd years since it had been printed, and as I fanned through the bulk of the pages suddenly the fanning stopped at a marker.

There, tucked into the pages, was a $5 bill. It was a very old $5 bill. A silver certificate $5 bill from 1899 and it had an indian on it. I pocketed the bill and put the book back on the shelf. Turned out the bill was quite rare and I eventually sold it for a tidy profit of just over $4,000. I know I should feel some kind of guilt, and I sometimes wonder who it was that tucked that five bucks into that book back in 18-fucking-99, but then I think about the 4 grand and I feel better.

Veni vidi cepi

 

[RANCIDMILKO ™ ®©]

There are things that are difficult to know about each other, since most of us invest a lot of energy in acting like assholes on the boards.

Share something here. (And not so we can use it against you, but so we can love you a little more than we did before)

One time, when I was a lad studying under a renowned professor of Meso-American anthropology, I had the opportunity to attend a viewing of a rare Mayan codex that is housed at the University of Chicago. After the Professor was finished with a rather lengthy lecture regarding every aspect and detail of the codex -- (it's the one some of you may have seen pictures of where the Mayans are sacrificing people to their awful gods and fighting the evil white conquistadors) -- I got to hang out in the rare book room and wander the stacks.

I love books, you see, always have, and back in those days before the inter webs we had no google to find anything at our fingertips. If you wanted to find knowledge back in those days, you had to find it in books. Real books.

Sorry. I digressed again. So anyway, as I wandered the stacks of old and rare books housed in a special locked room in the heart of the University library, I reached for one on a whim. It was an old leather-bound edition of Caesar's Gallic Commentaries. As I reverently cracked the binding and began leafing through the pages I learned the book was printed in London in 1853 and it was in near perfect condition. The onionskin paper had not yellowed even a little bit in the 130-odd years since it had been printed, and as I fanned through the bulk of the pages suddenly the fanning stopped at a marker.

There, tucked into the pages, was a $5 bill. It was a very old $5 bill. A silver certificate $5 bill from 1899 and it had an indian on it. I pocketed the bill and put the book back on the shelf. Turned out the bill was quite rare and I eventually sold it for a tidy profit of just over $4,000. I know I should feel some kind of guilt, and I sometimes wonder who it was that tucked that five bucks into that book back in 18-fucking-99, but then I think about the 4 grand and I feel better.

That money was there waiting for you

The universe wanted you to have it.

 

[Levon]

So, guys, where are your stories?

I lost my virginity when I was 12... there were 3 high school girls in my neighborhood who had a bet on which one could get my cherry, and I found out from Judy's little sister who was in my class. I spent some time trying to scheme a way to plank all three of them, but I realized I wasn't slick enough to pull off that kind of a coup. So I privately talked to each of them shopping for the best deal. Janet was the pretty one but the other 2 were steamy and hot in my book. I ended up giving it up for Phyllis but she had to have 3 sessions with me and teach me some useful stuff, and I didn't deliver until the 3rd session although the other 2 knew nothing of that deal.

Wow. 12 is pretty young. How do you think that early experience informed the rest of your life?

It made me grateful for having had the vision to know how much there was to learn about female physiology, and it gave me an enduring appetite for hooking up with more good teachers.

 

[Jeannie]

its a good thread so i will start with a boring one and reserve some for bumps and thread derailments

i am ambidextrous

 

[Lily]

There are things that are difficult to know about each other, since most of us invest a lot of energy in acting like assholes on the boards.

Share something here. (And not so we can use it against you, but so we can love you a little more than we did before)

One time, when I was a lad studying under a renowned professor of Meso-American anthropology, I had the opportunity to attend a viewing of a rare Mayan codex that is housed at the University of Chicago. After the Professor was finished with a rather lengthy lecture regarding every aspect and detail of the codex -- (it's the one some of you may have seen pictures of where the Mayans are sacrificing people to their awful gods and fighting the evil white conquistadors) -- I got to hang out in the rare book room and wander the stacks.

I love books, you see, always have, and back in those days before the inter webs we had no google to find anything at our fingertips. If you wanted to find knowledge back in those days, you had to find it in books. Real books.

Sorry. I digressed again. So anyway, as I wandered the stacks of old and rare books housed in a special locked room in the heart of the University library, I reached for one on a whim. It was an old leather-bound edition of Caesar's Gallic Commentaries. As I reverently cracked the binding and began leafing through the pages I learned the book was printed in London in 1853 and it was in near perfect condition. The onionskin paper had not yellowed even a little bit in the 130-odd years since it had been printed, and as I fanned through the bulk of the pages suddenly the fanning stopped at a marker.

There, tucked into the pages, was a $5 bill. It was a very old $5 bill. A silver certificate $5 bill from 1899 and it had an indian on it. I pocketed the bill and put the book back on the shelf. Turned out the bill was quite rare and I eventually sold it for a tidy profit of just over $4,000. I know I should feel some kind of guilt, and I sometimes wonder who it was that tucked that five bucks into that book back in 18-fucking-99, but then I think about the 4 grand and I feel better.

Good story.

I only wonder how many others had found that bill and decided it belonged just where it was until you came along. I think I would have left it. It doesn't belong to the casual reader. Arguably it belonged to the University.

I think that says a lot about your character and explains your conservative view of the world.

 

[Lily]

I've been reading the stories and anecdotes, they are interesting to say the least. I have decided that there is one thing about me that I may have hinted at here and there but may not be clear.

I relish my role as a grandmother to my 6, almost 7 year old grandson. He is a fantastic child. I am so very proud of him and love him to death. I have also enjoyed watching him grow, from the moments he took his first breath, to where he is now. (My daughter wanted me to be her co-coach for her labor). He was a serious little baby, you could see the wheels turning behind those big big brown eyes as he learned and tried to make sense of the world. It was almost as if he was born wanting to know how things worked and didn't have a lot of time for fooling about. Not that we couldn't get him to laugh, we could and. He just had learning to do. By 18 months he knew the whole alphabet. Not the song, the actual alphabet. We had a white board on the fridge and tested him myself by writing letters out of order and asking him to identify each. He has continued to learn everything. He chose fiction and non-fiction books to read together. He has a lot of knowledge about both the natural world and enjoys a good story. I taught him to evaluate books as we read, was it a thumbs up or thumbs down book? Why? What was the major theme or lesson to be learned? He can articulate his thoughts about what he reads. He has been using adult vocabulary since he was a little toddler.

We garden together because that's one of my favorite hobbies.

Last summer he went on his second camping trip of his life. My partner taught him how to cast a line to fish. He loved it. He was in awe of the black bears we saw walking through the campground, the starry nights and the triple rainbow we saw at Kings Canyon. Best camping trip ever experiencing it through his eyes and the wonder he felt.

We are completely simpatico and the best of buddies. Our personalities are in synch. He recently came to see me with his mom. He asked to see me. My daughter says "So, you want to go see your 'grandma' huh? Why should we go? He says simply "Because I love her." Say it with me, awwwwwwwwwwww

We are in one another's fan club. This is one of the best periods of my life.

 

[Reggie_Essent]

There are things that are difficult to know about each other, since most of us invest a lot of energy in acting like assholes on the boards.

Share something here. (And not so we can use it against you, but so we can love you a little more than we did before)

One time, when I was a lad studying under a renowned professor of Meso-American anthropology, I had the opportunity to attend a viewing of a rare Mayan codex that is housed at the University of Chicago. After the Professor was finished with a rather lengthy lecture regarding every aspect and detail of the codex -- (it's the one some of you may have seen pictures of where the Mayans are sacrificing people to their awful gods and fighting the evil white conquistadors) -- I got to hang out in the rare book room and wander the stacks.

I love books, you see, always have, and back in those days before the inter webs we had no google to find anything at our fingertips. If you wanted to find knowledge back in those days, you had to find it in books. Real books.

Sorry. I digressed again. So anyway, as I wandered the stacks of old and rare books housed in a special locked room in the heart of the University library, I reached for one on a whim. It was an old leather-bound edition of Caesar's Gallic Commentaries. As I reverently cracked the binding and began leafing through the pages I learned the book was printed in London in 1853 and it was in near perfect condition. The onionskin paper had not yellowed even a little bit in the 130-odd years since it had been printed, and as I fanned through the bulk of the pages suddenly the fanning stopped at a marker.

There, tucked into the pages, was a $5 bill. It was a very old $5 bill. A silver certificate $5 bill from 1899 and it had an indian on it. I pocketed the bill and put the book back on the shelf. Turned out the bill was quite rare and I eventually sold it for a tidy profit of just over $4,000. I know I should feel some kind of guilt, and I sometimes wonder who it was that tucked that five bucks into that book back in 18-fucking-99, but then I think about the 4 grand and I feel better.

Good story.

I only wonder how many others had found that bill and decided it belonged just where it was until you came along. I think I would have left it. It doesn't belong to the casual reader. Arguably it belonged to the University.

I think that says a lot about your character and explains your conservative view of the world.

I doubt anyone had ever found it. Five bucks is five bucks and most university students have always been poor. If you think you would haven left it, then you're kind of an idiot. As for it belonging to the University, not really. The book was probably donated from the estate of some wealthy robber baron. Think abut it. Five dollars was a lot of money in 1899 and here some rich fuck was using the bill as a bookmark.

No, it was mine. Finders keepers. It has nothing to do with being conservative or insane, er, I mean Leftist, and everything to do with not being a dumbass.

 

[Lily]

There are things that are difficult to know about each other, since most of us invest a lot of energy in acting like assholes on the boards.

Share something here. (And not so we can use it against you, but so we can love you a little more than we did before)

One time, when I was a lad studying under a renowned professor of Meso-American anthropology, I had the opportunity to attend a viewing of a rare Mayan codex that is housed at the University of Chicago. After the Professor was finished with a rather lengthy lecture regarding every aspect and detail of the codex -- (it's the one some of you may have seen pictures of where the Mayans are sacrificing people to their awful gods and fighting the evil white conquistadors) -- I got to hang out in the rare book room and wander the stacks.

I love books, you see, always have, and back in those days before the inter webs we had no google to find anything at our fingertips. If you wanted to find knowledge back in those days, you had to find it in books. Real books.

Sorry. I digressed again. So anyway, as I wandered the stacks of old and rare books housed in a special locked room in the heart of the University library, I reached for one on a whim. It was an old leather-bound edition of Caesar's Gallic Commentaries. As I reverently cracked the binding and began leafing through the pages I learned the book was printed in London in 1853 and it was in near perfect condition. The onionskin paper had not yellowed even a little bit in the 130-odd years since it had been printed, and as I fanned through the bulk of the pages suddenly the fanning stopped at a marker.

There, tucked into the pages, was a $5 bill. It was a very old $5 bill. A silver certificate $5 bill from 1899 and it had an indian on it. I pocketed the bill and put the book back on the shelf. Turned out the bill was quite rare and I eventually sold it for a tidy profit of just over $4,000. I know I should feel some kind of guilt, and I sometimes wonder who it was that tucked that five bucks into that book back in 18-fucking-99, but then I think about the 4 grand and I feel better.

Good story.

I only wonder how many others had found that bill and decided it belonged just where it was until you came along. I think I would have left it. It doesn't belong to the casual reader. Arguably it belonged to the University.

I think that says a lot about your character and explains your conservative view of the world.

I doubt anyone had ever found it. Five bucks is five bucks and most university students have always been poor. If you think you would haven left it, then you're kind of an idiot. As for it belonging to the University, not really. The book was probably donated from the estate of some wealthy robber baron. Think abut it. Five dollars was a lot of money in 1899 and here some rich fuck was using the bill as a bookmark.

No, it was mine. Finders keepers. It has nothing to do with being conservative or insane, er, I mean Leftist, and everything to do with not being a dumbass.

I agree that university students are "poor", or rather "broke". It's a temporary situation. I know when something is not mine. I don't take things that I know, for a fact, do not belong to me.

I don't condemn you for it. I simply would choose to make a different decision.

It seems that "take what I can when I can" is not a belief system that I identify with, perhaps that's not conservative, but it seems to be what conservatives seem to believe.