Alright folks, it seems i’ve weirded some of you out. I blame this entirely on you people. I’m a peaceful, content, 19 year old Canadian. I grew up on a beef farm in te country, i sail, play guitar, love poetry, and am currently recovering from heart surgery. I am a Taoist, a bit of a hippy, i spent the last summer living in a van working as a bingo caller and spoon professonal in a restaurant.
As you can see, i’m a totally normal, well adjusted individual. Thus, any weirdness you experience as a result of reading my threads is purely a result of your own, warped little minds.
Thanks for your time, i hope this clears up any problems
No no no Celyn, the spoon weren’t the professionals, i was
Every hour and 15 minutes i taught the “audiance” how to play the Spoons, put on some fiddle music and then jumed around like a crack head yelling “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW” then i’d try and sell them all spoons
Well, Upham, FWIW, I thought your OP in the thread Montfort’s linked to was pretty funny. Unfortunately, there weren’t enough indicators that it was tongue firmly in cheek, which I assume it was from your OP here.
Thanks for explaining re. spoons. I guessed that you were in some way the professional, but actually playing the things wounded a wee bit too straightforward, I thought. :)What a nice job to put down on future application forms and stuff like that.
So… if you were a spoon profesional, what are you doing now? Can you parlay those skills to say… fork juggeling? What type of restaurant was this? I would truly like to visit and try some of this rich Canadian culture.
Spoon professional goes mental and gives various dopers a beating with saied spoons.
2 dopers die laughing, 2 others of shock.
Will he meet with the electrical chair?
