olivesmarch4th you are correct, that is the lie. And I’ll be flying again next week unfortunately.
fetus Are Big Macs that bad? Not having a credit card can be a bad thing too actually.
I met my wife at the age of 20, having never had a serious relationship before and having only even kissed three other girls before her!
I started my job 10 years ago as a summer job for some quick money. Admittedly I’ve been promoted a couple of times since then, but if you exclude my paper round, I’ve only had one job in my adult life.
The kicker is, I’ve never owned a car in my life, though my wife has had three.
What prize do I win? Cash ?
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I got an autograph from Billy Crystal on top of the World Trade Center.
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I interviewed Pete Townshend via email, and he posted it on his website.
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I sat next to Robert Plant at Fat Tuesdays.
Number 3.
I’ll answer mine too. I was on the cover of a phonebook when I was a baby, I wrote an essay about a painting when I was in high school and it was displayed along with the painting for a short while. I got the second highest ACT score in my graduating class.
Correct. Plant was more like 8 tables away from us, in the company of Brian Setzer.
I have no guesses, but I’ll post my own entry:
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I am the daughter of a former NFL cheerleader.
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I have appeared as a model for plus-size clothing in a Wal-Mart flyer.
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I have performed on stage at Branson, MO.
Oh, both choices wrong. i was in fact attacked by a bear in NM (I’ve actually mentioned the story a few times around here, so I took a gamble listing it,) and the plays I wrote were just a few little one-acts in high school. Nothing glamorous, but I did write them and they were performed on stage in front of audiences.
As far as #2 goes, it was just half a lie. The last part is what’s not true, we’re still great friends and talk almost every day (well, IM, actually talk talk like once a week.)
You know how alcoholics have a moment of clarity? I had one, but it was about Big Macs. One day I just realized that they had no taste whatsoever, except the little bit provided by the Thousand Island sauce. I was spending upwards of $5 for maybe 8 square inches worth of flavor I could get for $4 a bottle at worst. (OK, I don’t actually know what a bottle of Thousand Island sauce costs.) Along with all of the unsavory things I heard about McDonald’s, not to mention that I think they were responsible for that poor old woman getting the third-degree burns in her crotch (watch, several people are going to come in saying it was her fault), I just decided they weren’t worth my time and money.
As for credit cards, yeah, it’s nice to build credit, but there are better ways to do it that don’t leave you pissed off every time you wander into a cash-only store. YMMV.
I’ll say that even though your name means “singer”, Branson is not one of the towns in which you’ve belted out any tunes on stage.
For someone who does wish to venture a guess, I’ll repost my list:
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One of my high school classmates was killed in the attack on the USS Stark.
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One of my high school classmates was killed in the sinking of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
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One of my high school classmates killed his wife and children in a shopping mall parking lot and then committed suicide by turning the gun on himself.
Sorry, that one’s true. I attended a church service that was being held in the Baldknobber’s Theater in Branson, and I sang a solo on stage during that service.
I’m going to guess #2 is the lie–surely you’re MUCH too young to have been in high school then! 
(Of course, although all of your statements are tragic, I rather hope that #3 is the lie–that’s pretty bad.)
My brother adored the Big Mac. They never looked appealing to me. I mean c’mon, how can you have a burger with no tomato? It’s so unnatural. However the nuggets and I have a special bond that only sweet ‘n’ sour sauce and bbq sauce can enhance.
And credit cards…ever elusive credit cards…no one will give you one without credit, yet it’s hard to establish credit without a credit card. A vicious cycle.
- I speak Swahili.
- I have a tatoo.
- I was in a biker movie.
Okay, I remember someone in an earlier thread who mentioned being a Wal-Mart model, so I’ll guess that was you and that you’re thus not the daughter of a former pro football cheerleader.
You’re correct. One of the Fitzgerald victims did attend my high school (a college scholarship fund for graduating seniors in band was posthumously named for him), but I was in eleventh grade when he and his shipmates lost their lives.
I’m guessing number 1. You like wrenches.
Wrong again! Looks like I’ve stumped the panel! 
My mom was a cheerleader for the San Diego Chargers during their first season. I mentioned that in a couple of threads several months ago–I figured someone would remember for sure!
But even though I qualify to wear plus-size clothing, I’ve never modeled for Wal-Mart (or anyone else for that matter!).
Actually, #2 is a lie. Though I have been a biker for a long time, I have no tattoos.
I learned Swahili at Syracuse University in 1965 in preparation for going to Tanzania with the Peace Corps. I was there for 4 years teaching school and building schools out in the bush. I keep up my Swahili by talking to anyone I find that speaks it, and by finding people online here in the states and in East Africa to converse with. Vocabulary is my downfall, since those opportunities are few, and words I used to know are rapidly being forgotten by my feeble old brain.
I’m gonna guess #3.
My 2 + 1 goodies:
- I scored three 300 games in a PBA tournament.
- I’ve met Chuck Norris (and survived )
- I’ve had a starring role in a movie.
My inclination is to say #1, but there are a number of ways to play with how you phrased it to make it suspicious (you were a scorekeeper during a PBA tournament, for example). So I’ll go with #3.
OTOH, I say #1, because I’ve made enough movies of dubious quality that I’d say #3 is another easy workaround.
There’s no way Clothahump survived Chuck Norris. He’s a zombie I tell you!
- I’m a wench by trade.
- I once had sex in front of the Washington Monument.
- My great-great-grandfather was a duke in Sicily.