Well, I’m bored, as examination hell is giving me a temporary respite. Therefore, I’m giving you a mundane pointless thread devoted to random cool things because:
They’re random.
They’re cool.
Hi, Opal.
Who doesn’t (secretly or otherwise) like talking about themselves?
Won’t it be fun to chime into a conversation with, “Well, I know someone who <insert random cool thing here>…”
I’ll start.
The Guiness World Record for loudest scream by a crowd is 126.3 decibels, and it took place at Party in the Park, Hyde Park on July 5th, 1998. I was in that crowd.
I once met Macho Man Randy Savage in full regalia aboard a plane.
At a more spry moment in my personal history, I was able to auto-fellate.
I have a “birth stamp” tattoo (it says: Est. July 5 1980 on the top line, then Norfolk VA USA on the bottom line, all in a military stencil font)
I skied the “highest permanently established” ski “resort”.
I rode my motorcycle at the lowest point in North America.
I live on the old Pony Express trail. (big freakin’ deal! 1000s of people do.)
Fagjunk Theology: Not just for sodomite propagandists anymore.
I once snuck backstage at a concert to give a script to Jim Belushi.
Like Kalhoun, I’ve never had a cavity and only went to a dentist twice in my first 30 years.
I can shoot saliva four feet from the gland beneath my tongue on command. I also can blow bubbles off my tongue.
I am the last person to serve Brad Pitt as a single man. I bartended his wedding and he ran to my bar to wet his whistle just before taking the altar.
I was the accomplice to the unofficial record for quickest leap to adultery after taking wedding vows–one night.
The National Basketball Association gave me free tickets to NBA All Star Weekend four times because they found my letters about the Slam Dunk Contest insightful.
I met (now former) President Clinton at a party. (He has big hands.)
I work across the street from the Santa Monica Pier.
My wife is an extraordinary tarot card reader.
I drive an electric car (Toyota RAV4-EV).
But…
…Belushi referred me to his agent, who brushed me off. And still, the world’s greatest unproduced sports comedy sits despite five years of my efforts.
…my gums were in really bad shape when I finally went.
…I can’t shoot anything else four feet on command (nor can I auto-fellatiate).
…I took a bottle of Dom Perignon from the Pitt-Aniston wedding and promised I would open it only after I completed a screenplay to my satisfaction. It’s still unopened.
… she is still married (and happily, I gather) 20 years later.
… the more I wrote the worse the Slam Dunk Contest became.
… I made a totally rude and inappropriate comment to Dennis Quaid that night about Monica Lewinsky, just as Quaid’s wife, Meg Ryan, had dumped him for Russell Crowe.
… I’ve only laid out on the beach twice in the last year.
… but she doesn’t Tarot for me because her bias thwarts the effort (but she does clean my teeth).
… no buts - I love my car. It’s silent, smooth and wonderful!
I raise free range chickens and Irish Dexter Cows.
I was once kidnapped and held hostage in Virginia Beach, Virginia.
I have slides of our family vacation in Kaubul circa 1965.