Tell us something we don't want to know about you.

[Sput]

oh, right!

I can twist my right hand 360 degrees till it's been turned and the back is facing up. It doesn't hurt at all.


I can also lick my elbow, :]

[TheSuburbanLetdown]

I also never had a boyfriend, and have never been kissed before. Ever. In my entire life...and I'm seventeen.

(sigh)

17 is WAY too young to be worried about that. if you were in your 30s then I'd be more surprised.

Oh yeah? I'm 23. I'll be 24 in a few weeks.

[Princess]

You people are all so TALL , what do they feed you?

I'm five nothing

[Joel Fagin]

Hmm...

1. My real name is Toby.

2. When I make puns on other boards, I get pelted with plush penguins. The main perpertrators have since sent me a plush penguin so I can hit myself with it if I want to.

3. I have appeared as a pun in a fantasy story about a Fagin-like character called Joel.

- Joel Fagin

[Toxic]

1. My real name is Toby.

You told us a while ago it was Chris. Make up your mind!

[Sput]

Hmm...

1. My real name is Toby.

2. When I make puns on other boards, I get pelted with plush penguins. The main perpertrators have since sent me a plush penguin so I can hit myself with it if I want to.

3. I have appeared as a pun in a fantasy story about a Fagin-like character called Joel.

- Joel Fagin

*throws penguins at you anyway*


hm. i'm 5'3"ish.


My clothes consistantly clash.

Today I had green eyeshadow, silver lipstick, plaid pants(black, white, red orange), and a black and white striped cleavage shirt.


I make jewelry out of random things. My mum is a real jewelist. I have never liked my mom.


These pants are far too big and need a belt to the third hole to wear. :D

[Jen_Babcock]

I'm 5'5" half Japanese half Caucasian, and I love the smell of gasoline.

I've played tennis since I was 6 years old and I used to compete in city and county tournaments.

[Terotrous]

I'm a finicky eater, but the things I won't eat are mostly staple (white) foods. I won't touch potatoes, tomatoes, or eggs (unless they're cooked into something), and I don't like lettuce, fish, or pancakes. I'm okay with most types of foreign food, as long as they don't contain the things I just listed.

I will however eat any fruit except melons (the last time I had watermelon I was almost sick). I'll drink anything non-alcholic except bottled water and coffee.

Due to the general difficulty of finding things I'll eat, I've had basically the same packed lunch for the last 10 years.

[Sput]

I'm half korean and I refuse to touch fish and any vegetable except carrots, celery, and lettuce.


I can and will eat any fruit ever.


I've been addicted to ramen(IE having it 3+ times a week at the very least)

for 13 and a half years.

[KittyKatBlack]

If were going into this I guess I'll say that many people think I was a cat in my previous life. Reasons?

1. I love seafood. Especially shellfish.
2. I'm easily entertained. (String, shiny things, etc...)
3. I've been known to nap on the floor next to the window.
4. I sleep a lot.
5. I curl up when I sleep.
6. I'm lazy, and I eat whenever food is available.
7. I'm very territorial about my personal space. No one enters my room but me. Not even my family.
8. I love to have my head scratched and my belly rubbed. Actually, I just like effection. ^_^

...there's probably more but I can't think of anything else at the moment.

[Mvmarcz]

well since everyone's all whoo height I'm like just on the hair of 5'6" just tall enough to be a projectionist in most theaters which I had been for 3 months last winter. (It's lonely kinda scary and actually quite painful) I quit on christmas day and then went shopping in the mall the theater was in.

I've also worked at a Taco Bell and an Albertsons.

Out of them all the projectionist was probably my fav because the only human interaction I had to endure was with the little kids and teenage girls that turn around to wave at you. But 9-5 in the dark all alone isn't very fun.

I digress as always.

Uuuuuuuuuh I'm going to turn 21 in december and it creeps me out.
I'll also be entering the workforce about 2 weeks after that and that scares me more.

[Wp]

I also never had a boyfriend, and have never been kissed before. Ever. In my entire life...and I'm seventeen.

(sigh)

17 is WAY too young to be worried about that. if you were in your 30s then I'd be more surprised.

Oh yeah? I'm 23. I'll be 24 in a few weeks.

And you've never kissed anyone or had a girlfriend? I somehow doubt that.

I'm also 23.

[TheSuburbanLetdown]

I also never had a boyfriend, and have never been kissed before. Ever. In my entire life...and I'm seventeen.

(sigh)

17 is WAY too young to be worried about that. if you were in your 30s then I'd be more surprised.

Oh yeah? I'm 23. I'll be 24 in a few weeks.

And you've never kissed anyone or had a girlfriend? I somehow doubt that.

I'm also 23.

It's true. The only kiss I ever had was from a spin the bottle game, so that little peck doesn't count. To be fair though, I never cared till recently and never pursued anything.

Though I did just find out recently that people have liked me back in college but never said anything. And the one that told me said he's not allowed to say who these people were. Oh well, what would that information do for me now anyway. Absolutely nothing.

[Netpoet]

That's scary. Weren't you scared that they did something to you? Something bad, or unhealthy? I'd freak.

Ayep, hense one reason I figured out I needed to quit.

You people are all so TALL , what do they feed you?

I'm five nothing

Heh. Short people live longer. And they tend to just be darn cute!

Let's see... height wise, I'm 6' tall and so is my wife. We met online in June of 1997. We met in person for the first time July 20th of 1997. We eloped July 25th, 1997.

Do that math. I've known my wife of 8 years in person for five days longer than we've been married, and known *OF* her for a month longer than that.

>Net

Edit: this is a fun topic. :p

[Humbug]

I also never had a boyfriend, and have never been kissed before. Ever. In my entire life...and I'm seventeen.

(sigh)

17 is WAY too young to be worried about that. if you were in your 30s then I'd be more surprised.

Oh yeah? I'm 23. I'll be 24 in a few weeks.

Well, I'm 21. Meh.

[Wishmaster]

I'm 6' 5". I inherited my height from my father who is 6' 4" and the shortest guy in his family.

I cut the main flexer tendon in my left foot by stepping on a broken Zima bottle while helping put out a wildfire.

The first comics I ever read were underground comix from the 60s and 70s, which I found in a shoebox under my parents' bed. I was very quickly put onto a substitute diet of Hulk, Superman, etc. when my parents heard me laughing my ass off at stuff I didn't really understand and caught me reading them. My father was furious, mom was amused.

[Joel Fagin]

1. My real name is Toby.

You told us a while ago it was Chris. Make up your mind!

Chris is my mother's name and is the name under which my internet account is held. It used to be a family account, back in the dim and misty.

- Joel Fagin

[Toxic]

1. My real name is Toby.

You told us a while ago it was Chris. Make up your mind!

Chris is my mother's name and is the name under which my internet account is held. It used to be a family account, back in the dim and misty.

- Joel Fagin

That makes sense. I thought you were slowly assuming Tobey Maguire's identity as your own.

[Rkolter]

The Story of The Proposal:

A few of you know it, but here it is -

Months before proposing to Beth, I designed her engagement ring and had it cast and fitted with the stones I wanted. To get the ring size, I bluntly asked to measure her finger. She didn't "get it".

At about this time, I started telling all our friends of my intentions. None ever told her. Weeks before, I told Beth's parents. They never told (including her young sisters!), My parents knew it was happening but not when. Anyhow, the point is, everyone around her and that she interacted daily with knew, but she never realized it.

So I decided that the fourth of july weekend would be the weekend. I planned the whole weekend out unbeknownst to her. Got us a hotel room at a five-star hotel; set up dinner for Sunday at a five star restaurant overlooking the fireworks, set up other activities for the other two days of the weekend.

I take her to the hotel and say, "Ugh. We got an ok room, it was the last one available." She was just tickled pink because it was a five star hotel. She didn't "get it" when I had to use our keycard to access the floor our room was on, or when the concierge met us at the top floor to escort us to our room. You see, I'd told the hotel what was going on... and they gave me the (second) best suite in the whole place for $50 a night (the door said the room was $400 a night).

So we go in and she finally gets that this is a special room - there's a ten foot by ten foot by three foot gold and marble bathtub, champaign and tarry cloth robes by the door, and our own personal hot rock sauna.

But she STILL doesn't get that this is a special weekend.

So, we have a nice couple days - go to a waterpark (We get in free - beth doesn't "get it".) Go to a casino where we skip the line to eat lobster (beth doesn't "get it").

Finally, the night comes. Yes, you guessed it - the entire restaurant including all the patrons, knew. Now, we don't eat out at five star restaurants every day. And she didn't know where we were eating at. And when she found out she was all elated and stunned and happy, but SHE STILL DIDN'T GET IT!

So it comes down to the period between the main course and dessert. The fireworks are about to start...

Me: "Beth, do you love me?"
Beth: "Yes I love you."
Me: "Enough to scratch my back every day for the rest of my life?"
Beth: (laughing) "Well, maybe five minutes a day..."
Me: (getting on one knee): "That'll do. Will you marry me?"
Beth: (stunned sobbing crying mumble)

The whole place erupted in applause, champaign was popped, and the fireworks started. I had to ask, "Was that a yes?"

Romance is not dead in all of us.

[Prettysenshi]

The Story of The Proposal:

A few of you know it, but here it is -

Months before proposing to Beth, I designed her engagement ring and had it cast and fitted with the stones I wanted. To get the ring size, I bluntly asked to measure her finger. She didn't "get it".

At about this time, I started telling all our friends of my intentions. None ever told her. Weeks before, I told Beth's parents. They never told (including her young sisters!), My parents knew it was happening but not when. Anyhow, the point is, everyone around her and that she interacted daily with knew, but she never realized it.

So I decided that the fourth of july weekend would be the weekend. I planned the whole weekend out unbeknownst to her. Got us a hotel room at a five-star hotel; set up dinner for Sunday at a five star restaurant overlooking the fireworks, set up other activities for the other two days of the weekend.

I take her to the hotel and say, "Ugh. We got an ok room, it was the last one available." She was just tickled pink because it was a five star hotel. She didn't "get it" when I had to use our keycard to access the floor our room was on, or when the concierge met us at the top floor to escort us to our room. You see, I'd told the hotel what was going on... and they gave me the (second) best suite in the whole place for $50 a night (the door said the room was $400 a night).

So we go in and she finally gets that this is a special room - there's a ten foot by ten foot by three foot gold and marble bathtub, champaign and tarry cloth robes by the door, and our own personal hot rock sauna.

But she STILL doesn't get that this is a special weekend.

So, we have a nice couple days - go to a waterpark (We get in free - beth doesn't "get it".) Go to a casino where we skip the line to eat lobster (beth doesn't "get it").

Finally, the night comes. Yes, you guessed it - the entire restaurant including all the patrons, knew. Now, we don't eat out at five star restaurants every day. And she didn't know where we were eating at. And when she found out she was all elated and stunned and happy, but SHE STILL DIDN'T GET IT!

So it comes down to the period between the main course and dessert. The fireworks are about to start...

Me: "Beth, do you love me?"
Beth: "Yes I love you."
Me: "Enough to scratch my back every day for the rest of my life?"
Beth: (laughing) "Well, maybe five minutes a day..."
Me: (getting on one knee): "That'll do. Will you marry me?"
Beth: (stunned sobbing crying mumble)

The whole place erupted in applause, champaign was popped, and the fireworks started. I had to ask, "Was that a yes?"

Romance is not dead in all of us.

Awwwww!!!! What a romantic story....