The Prime Minister of Botswana said something very similar to me, just last week.
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I find it interesting that the IQ tests they gave to primary school kids back in the day only went up to 145.
I believe society glorifies violence too much. I haven’t been in a fight since I kicked Chuck Norris’s ass, and I find that leading a peaceful, non-violent life is more fulfilling.
Can’t. I’m booked up and there’s a waiting list. Sorry.
Thanks for offering that! I only wish I was in a position to do the same.
Unfortunately I won’t be participating in this little sneak-bragging ego massage thread – too many people hang on every little thing I write and take it too seriously for me to risk starting a trend.
Oh yeah, you should be careful with that - I accidentally started a cult in my name once, it was pretty harrowing.
This thread has some pretty funny posts. Kind of reminds me of this guy who used to intern for me. He was an alright kid, but when he started he couldn’t research for shit. Had to teach him everything from from the ground up. Used to have to constantly set him straight and help him cut through the bullshit. Wouldn’t have been so bad if he wasn’t the most gullible, dopey kid I ever met–right off mid-west turnip truck.
But he was a great kid. He had an okay sense of humor, though I’m afraid hanging around cynical ol’ me may have made him slightly acerbic. We also played a ton of chess in our down time–though he only beat me twice and drew four times over the few years he was interning, he was a really great sport about it. I really think he appreciated that I never “let” him win just for the sake of his ego.
He eventually got the hang of things. He was a pretty good research assistant once I put him through the paces, and *after *he picked up on my analytical approach to things, he worked out pretty well. I even let him do some writing from time to time.
Not sure what happened to him. Moved back to the mid-west last I heard. He got a bit cranky and became something of a recluse. I’ve done some searching, but I don’t think I’ve seen his picture on Facebook, MySpace, or anywhere, for that matter.
No they didn’t.
There is already a support group for them in Victoria’s Secret. You guys can look at the pictures of my girlfriends there while you wait.
I’m mildly miffed at the people at HGTV. The hot blonde contractor lady (you know; the one who always wears low-cut tee shirts) made a silly suggestion about how I should keep my Heisman Trophy and my Pulitzer in seperate rooms. She didn’t even notice my Pritzker Award in the next display case! Hmff!
I’ve been thinking about this thread so much I haven’t had time to choose the next Nobel Peace Prize winner. And Queen Elizabether is concerned that I’m looking a bit pale.
I would participate in this thread if I weren’t so humble.
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Really? Are you sure? At my school, 145 was the cutoff for remedial classes.
But whatever, right? The world needs ditch-diggers too!
Texting in from my cell. Standing on the GWB (upper level pedestrian walkway) looking down the Hudson. Beautiful. But damn, the water sure is cold!
And deep, too.
(hey look, a guy from Arkansas!)
Being well hung is not what it’s cracked up to be.
Neither is having enormous tits. Cursed, we are.
I’m really cursed. I’m into small boobs. I think I better leave it there… 