1)I am a descendant of Benjamin Rush, a signer of the the Declaration of Independence.
2)I got a hug and a kiss from Buddy Guy. My husband’s band opened for him in 1995 at the Clio (MI) Amphitheater, and we got to hang out with him backstage, after the show.
3)I’ve never met Grant Goodeve. I have, however, met Dick VanPatten.
Here’s three more:
1)Cristi hates bananas.
2)Cristi has flat feet.
3)Cristi has been married more than once.
Changing my sig, because Wally said to, and I really like Wally, and I’ll do anything he says, anytime he says to.
Wow, Beatle- you got it. For the record on # 1, all we knew about the guy when he moved in was that he was a highly decorated Vietnam vet. We found out two months later that he was gay, 8 months later that he had AIDS, 4 months later that he was smoking crack (This being the height of the Barry administration the cops were not interested “unless he’s dealing” in their words), and two weeks after that point that he was stiffing the crack dealer- on a night that I had out of town guests, one girl who had never been to DC before and got to hear a real live drug-related beating.
For the record on #3, my dad was the ANC (Area Neighborhood Chairperson) and the Barrys sent christmas cards out to all the ANC families. On the front of the card was MB, his wife, and their godchild with the godchild’s face electronically masked a la Witness Protection Program to “protect his identity”. Easily the most bizarre christmas card I’ve seen.
Cristi- I’m guessing number 3.
TVeblen- number 3.
WallyM7- (just to break the pattern) 1.
As for my list:
1.) John’s grandfather helped build the Jefferson Memorial.
True- my grandfather was a stone mason in D.C. in the 30’s and '40s, and was one of the contractors on that project.
2.) President Clinton once looked down the shirt of John’s sister.
Sorry, Veb; it’s True. My family got to shake hands with President Clinton (long story why), and when Clinton shook hands with my sister, it was embarrasingly obvious what his eyes were locked on to. Needless to say, none of us were surprised by any of the later allegations made during Monicagate.
3.) John once shook hands with Richard Nixon.
False. Never met the man, probably would have spit on him if I had.
So, here’s even more useless, pointless, possibly false facts about John Corrado:
The mice? Yeah, I’m terrified of them. Snakes and spiders are no problem, but if I see a mouse I jump up on a chair and scream. I don’t know why that is. Please don’t mock me. I can’t help it.
I had a beer with Jerry Lee at the Beverley Hills here in Toronto. He was playing there, and a friend knew the bass player and invited him to our table. Jerry came along for a free beer. I thought he was a bit of a twit, but my wife was impressed.
I don’t have to do drugs to mess up my head. I went to Catholic school.
I went through all of the questions and answers, and got virtually all of them wrong. Sigh. Anyway, here’s mine:
neuro-trash grrrl
has been the victim of three attempted stabbings, the first when she was seven years old.
once had sex with a guy who could sodomize himself with his own penis.
has never double-posted.
Enjoy.
An infinite number of rednecks in an infinite number of pickup trucks shooting an infinite number of shotguns at an infinite number of road signs will eventually produce all the world’s great works of literature in Braille.
Wally, don’t worry about the mice. Lots of people are afraid of rodents. I’ll send you an email and tell you what I’m afraid of (I’m not going to hijack this thread! I’m not! I’m not!)
As for my last list, here’s the answers:
1)This is the lie. I love bananas.
2)My feet are so freaking flat you couldn’t get business card under them. No arch whatsoever.
3)My first marriage was in 1990. My first divorce was in 1991. My second marriage was in 1995. We’re still married.
Changing my sig, because Wally said to, and I really like Wally, and I’ll do anything he says, anytime he says to.
Okay, okay, whatshisass, cowgod, guessed it right. Jay of “Jay and Silent Bob” fame says this lil phrase all the time, but olny in the comix. The only time he says it in a movie is in Mallrats:
Jay is explaining the plain and it involves Bob skating by a mallcop and hitting him over the head with a sock full of quarters. Jay says
“I would do it myself but I threw my back out last night humpin’ your mom, (makes the devil sign with his hand) noonch.”
And Jay talks like a madman. If I could pick one guy to talk like it would be him, or Gary Oldman. They just sound so fuckin’ cool.
Anyway, people tell me that I talk like Jay and that’s cool. So that is my lame ass way of saying look at me I’m unique. I can flame pretty good, too, but I am nowhere near the witticist that people like flipsyde are. I don’t think.
So that’s what the deal with
Noonch is.
Maybe I’ll switch to a different word that we can ponder…
Snoogans.
Fat Guy in a Little Coat,
SDMB Self-Righteous Clique