About tieing cherry stalks in mouth.
I had always known it as a quite easy magic trick, where you place a tied cherry stalk under your tongue some time in advance, and swallow the untied one during the performance.
About tieing cherry stalks in mouth.
I had always known it as a quite easy magic trick, where you place a tied cherry stalk under your tongue some time in advance, and swallow the untied one during the performance.
At one time I thought this talent would help me get girls so I taught myself how to do it. It can be done, and it generally doesn’t impress women as much as one might think… perhaps because of you FAKERS ruining it for the rest of us!
It’s a pretty straightforward question. I’ve got it locked in it’s case, underneath the bed. Long story short: All of my worldly possessions are packed either in the hands of movers, or locked up in a trailer in a temporary storage lot on base. I’m a little paranoid when it comes to securing my firearms (blame my upbringing in New Jersey): I do not trust the complete strangers of the moving company, nor do I feel necessarily safe keeping them out-of-sight in a trailer a mile away. My best compromise? Keep 'em here at the house, locked up, out of sight. There’s nobody here but me, no kids, no problems. So I’ll just quietly keep 'em here, and take them with when I leave.
Tripler
And “always loaded” is a slight exageration. . .
Well, if you have to blame me for something at all. . . blame me for killing this thread. :smack:
Tripler
Sorry about that. :rolleyes: :smack:
I have a high pitched ringing in my ears all the time and I don’t hear very well, so I watch TV with closed caption and I generally have to be looking at people when they speak to understand what they are saying.
Despite item #1, I love singing karaoke. It makes me happy, so I don’t care that it probably makes other people sad.
I am double jointed. (I’ll let you guess which joints.)
I make up for all of my faults and weaknesses by knowing more Simpsons trivia than anyone I have ever met.
I call my cat whatever names come to mind (his name is Joey, but he has about 7 million nicknames) and he responds to every one. I think he can tell by my tone of voice that I am talking to him.
If any of you three are ever in L.A., you have a place to stay. Anytime.
I don’t know what my posting history has revealed about me, but these usually surprise people who know me IRL:
I’m a very devout athiest. I usually avoid discussing religeion, so I don’t know where people get ideas about me either way. Perhaps because I have a Polish last name they assume I’m catholic?
Despite #1, and me being one of the least superstitious people on earth, I have a lucky number: 35. It started as my recruit number in boot camp, and later when my reserve unit got activated for the first Gulf War, we were attatched to third battalion, fifth Marine division, aka 3/5. There were many more instances of 35 popping up in my short military career, but those are the only two I can remember right now.
Although I work as an embalmer at a funeral home, and see blood by the gallon every day, bloody horror movies tend to bother me. I actually almost passed out and had to leave the room during Hollow Man when Elisabeth Shue(?) dumped the pouches of donated blood on the floor. That may have been related to a bad experience giving blood as a teenager. But the real thing, pouring out of an open jugular? No problem.
I do not and will not wear any jewelry whatsoever, unless I get married, then I’ll wear the ring and that’s it. I’d wear a Super Bowl ring, but at 37 that’s becoming less and less likely.
My musical tastes haven’t changed very much since I was 10 years old or so (pure Beavis and Butthead metal freak). I enjoy a good kidney rattling riff as much as I ever did.
I had a scholarship for college when I was 18 but I blew the whole thing off.
I have played professionally with a group of musicians who were with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra.
I had a child when I was 19 that I gave up for adoption.
I am adopted.
I know of no other person other than my husband that can out drink me when it comes to beer - I have been challenged - and I’ve won every time.
When I was working on the Dukakis campaign in '88, I lived in Princeton for a coupla months. My mom’s from Elizabeth originally, and her family goes 'way back in NJ. My parents both lived in Princeton in the early '50s (and sometimes saw Einstein on his bicycle!)
My favorite city on Earth…probably has something to do with fact that I’ve lived 29 of my 36 years of life there.
Guns don’t kill threads. Dopers kill threads.
I can do it too, or at least I could at one time. Haven’t tried in a few years.
OK… here are my 5 things:
1- I haven’t been kissed in a romantic way since 1997
2- In 1986 I painted a mural on the surgery wall for my veterinarian to pay off a bill
3- I taught my first horse to shake hands like a dog.
4- I petted a tiger and swam with a dolphin on the same vacation.
5-I have seen The Rocky Horror Picture Show WELL over 100 times.
When I was a baby, my family and I lived in the oldest wooden frame house in America. It is in Brooklyn, NY.
I have never gotten a flat tire and it’s a good thing because I’m a terrified driver and would just freak out. Not only that, but I always forget my cell phone so I’d really be screwed. I’m scared just thinking about it.
I got dogs so I wouldn’t have to visit my in-laws and sister and parents as often as we used to.
I lived in a really crappy trailer when I was a kid. It wasn’t crappy when we bought it but we were such messy kids and my mom was such a lazy-ass that it became crappy quickly. I get so mad when my mom and brother refer to “the trailer” in front of my husband.
Until this job, I never kept a job more than three years.
In case someone’s in desperate need of a sleep aid:[ol]
[li]I have always been painfully shy, at times almost to the point of agoraphobia. Despite this (or perhaps because of it), I have devoted a great deal of my life to stage acting.[/li][li]I found my first cat in the aisle of a grocery store in Helena, Montana. I came around the corner and saw this kitten sitting in the middle of the aisle looking at the cat food. I took her up to Customer Service, who promptly tossed her out; but when I happened to come back a few minutes later, she was in the same place. I took her with me—I think they only charged me a couple bucks at checkout.[/li][li]I once won a watermelon while putting gas in my car. I was minding my own business, waiting for the tank to fill, when a man walked up with a watermelon under each arm and asked me to pick a number. When I did so, he shouted, “Hey, we have another winner!” and shoved one of them at me. He then walked off before I could tell him that I can’t stand watermelon.[/li][li]One of my daugters went to Padua High (Ten Things I Hate About You). Actually, they both did, but only the older one was there before they closed the building for renovation.[/li][li]I have a rat in my freezer. It’s the earthly remains of my daughter’s pet, who was a really neat guy (for a rat). He’s on ice because we’ll be moving soon and don’t want to bury him here.[/li][/ol]Doesn’t a nice long nap sound good right now?
Oh come on. The cat story was wonderful!
I started to say #2 was wonderful, but considering my user name, I decided to reword that.
[bowing]
I used to work in a bar, many moons ago. It’s amazing what you’ll do on a slow night
I once voted for Ralph Nader.
I write silly Arlo Guthrie-type songs about my life in my spare time.
I love camping and hiking.
I like having seances about twice a year, usually in the summer. No idea why.
I used to trip a lot on acid. Once I thought I lost my soul in a TV set.