I’m a Ruggedly Handsome, … well, maybe a Questionable, but I know my Mom loves me, so, a certainly don’t have to fall below a #4.
Hell, I thought the only club available around here was the Hag’s Boys Auxiliary and the only way I got in there was because they needed someone to do the lawn and rub their feet. But some of them drink funny drinks with little umbrellas in them.
Qualifications: I have a keg of Coors and a whole bunch of plastic cups.
I am a 1.5 on your 1-5 looks scale, aha. Some people would say i’m a one, some a two, but i’m really in between. I have a good physique and all the bumps in the right places. Some qualifications are 1) stamina, 2)laid back 3)gentleman around the ladies, (4 My brain works. (5 o what the heck I could go on…but my post would be sooooo long it would crash the board. And I love you all too much
As for my qualifications…hrm…Won’t Admit it …Uh, rather not admit it …Nope …Busy trying to get her to say it …Nope … Alright, perhaps I don’t qualify for that.
Perhaps I should start a geeks club. The ratings can be:
1)All this, and I’m handsome too.
2)I make this look good.
3)Run of the mill geek.
4)I have neat gizmos to keep me company.
5)Looks aren’t everything, consider Bill Gates
I’d be smack dab in the middle of 4. Qualifications are $700 a month computer equipment habit, The stereo on my computer is better than the one on my TV. My library consists of technical journals and SF books.
Hey Tech, what you think, should a GeeksClub be started?
-I scratch my balls in public and don’t even try to hide it. The hiding is a measure of stealth, not of caring or not caring
-I can cook Ramin in 7 different ways, and each one is very exact.**I bought spicy ramen from http://www.technoodle.com (it was posted in the ramen thread), so I wouldn’t HAVE to prepare it differently…comes out the way I like it, SPICY HOT every time!! **
-I run out of food money and rent before I run out of beer. Food money? who needs food money? **TO date, me and my brother, the perrenial bachelors, haven’t gone food shopping in over 2 months. There’s just some old pizza in that fridge…I have a separate, PAY, coin-op fridge for my beer, which arrives once a month in the mail(the height of laziness…oh, and I invest more money per month(over $5000 in the last month, damned credit cards…), in my Home theater system, than I have in rent all YEAR **
-I have a discerning level of smell when it comes to figuring out the subtile levels of the 4 worn days in the cycle of clean clothes.**Clean clothes? well, they’re clothes anyways. The only thing keeping me from wearing them are food stains and streaks…then it’s time to hit the washer. **
-I haven’t seen a movie with feelings that I can remember.**Feelings? oh…well I was forced to watch steel magnolias with my mother and grandmother repeatedly as a child…which may explain my strong aversion to anything without blood and pain in it… **
-I’m single because I chose to be.**I got dumped about 2 years ago…and have chosen to be without drama, since then!
Of course some sex every once and a while couldn’t hurt, but whatever. **
Yes you are most certainly devilishly handsome there aha, and I know you are good with whips and chains. I don’t care who knows I read the thread. I’m arrogant after all.
Looks: I’d say a 2.5 - I’m beginning to get a tan that displays my facial scars rather clearly, which might move me up to a 2.0.
Qualifications:
I can open any brand of bottled beer with just about any item with a net worth over 8.50 DKR. (This is a useful European skill - twist-off beer caps are for wussies).
I ride motorcycles.
I know at least 25 verses to “The ball at Inverness”.
I know stuff about tanks.
I’ve dropped my pants on the upper deck of a London bus.
I’ve had stitches after being struck on the head with a beer bottle.
I can curse in 3 languages, at least two of which are considered very suitable for the purpose.
I’ll go off the board and say “cleans up nice,” unless someone want to overrule me.
Qualifications-wise, I’ll go with number 1 (yes, Dockers are good for this). Also, I can make farty noises by cupping my hand in my armpit and “pumping.” Not just those staccato bursts you usually hear either; I can achieve some serious sostenuto. I can also make farty noises by cupping my hands together and pumping - just the staccato notes there, though. I curse a lot in traffic. Finally, if I’m hiking in the desert and have to pee, I will usually sign my name in the sand - first, middle, and last.
I’ll go with category 1 looks, and qualifications including:
1 - Own Rambo on DVD and know why the ending of the book is far better than that of the movie. And know where the name Rambo came from.
2 - Had to buy a separate hard drive to house my porn collection.
3 - I know how to brew.