I think it is all about the part of Iowa you were born in.
Iowa has parts?
I have never been in Iowa*. Does this make me more interesting or less?
- Nor Ohio, Indiana, Minnesota, Michigan, Wisconsin, Any of the Dakotas…
Far more. But the fact that you’ve never been in Minnesota is a deal-breaker.
Well, I’ve been to Four Corners and was in Arizona, New Mexico, Utah and Colorado all at the same time. Surely that’s gotta count for something.
OK, but consider yourself sort of on probation.
And very cute you were.
Certainly, we Quad Cities types are far superior to the other, more mid-stated folk.
I was born in Davenport in 1962 & grew up on the outskirts of Bettendorf – Pleasant Valley High class of 1981.
What Do I Do?
I’m attempting to start up a career as a clown and go back to selling collectible toys on the side.
Where Was I Born?
Fairfax, Virginia. I lived there until I was sixteen and remain pissed that I do not have a Southern accent.
What Do I Do For Fun?
Read, collect comic books, collect toys, write, go to strange sites on the internet.
FairyBeth My mother’s favorite animal is the manatee, I’d love to see some of your art.
I liked the answer from an episode of Friends
“I write erotic novels for children. They’re wildly unpopular.”
I often tell people that I’d love to try the weird green bean/marshmallow casserole (or whatever weird thing they brought to a party that I don’t want to eat) but I’m allergic to some ridiculous ingredient. Usually chlorophyll. If you can deadpan it and change the subject right away as if you have to talk about it all the time, they’ll often buy it. Hint: Never, ever set them straight until they make a fool of themselves telling someone else about it.
What do you do?
Well, I’m paid by a little-known gov’t program. It’s all really hush-hush, and related to some previous work I did for the DOD.
Where were you born?
I was born in Bellefonte, PA. But I’ve never really been there.
We moved when I was 6 months old
What do you do for fun?
Thinking up silly, but technically factual, answers for various common conversation opening questions.
I usually only used joke answers when it was a girl I’d already decided I didn’t want to talk to. My running gag (my friends knew I did this and would usually play into it if the opportunity presented itself) was that I “counted utility (telephone) poles for the state and utilities companies”. This was bound to put them off, but I’d assert that the pay was amazing (and hint around at six-figure income, which was actually a lot in 1993 or so). The whole charade was sort of tuned to expose gold diggers we’d meet at clubs and so on. We did it a lot over the winter of 92-93 and we’d sort of perfected this whole weird banter about it. Ah, to be young, bored and malicious again. Sigh.
I’m sure you already know this, but when a woman asks you what you do, what she really wants is for you to ask her what she does. The best conversationalists are usually the ones that speak the least. 
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What do you do?
I pound the pavement as part of my own grassroots movement to recruit black and hispanic people into the KKK. If there’s a better way to piss off everybody, I haven’t run into it yet.
Where were you born?
In a log cabin I helped my parents build.
What do you do for fun?
I lie around thinking up utopian societies with no shortages or strife, and where the people live in peace and harmony. Then I construct imaginary stealth bombers to go in there and blow the shit out of everybody, because why should they be happy if I’m not?
What do you do? As I please.