Ross has us where we are located in the world.
SO
How abouts we do a bio on ourselves? Anyone interested, dont have to be in great detail or family tree style :D
What say you :D
That sounds cool. I often look at profiles to see what info I can find when I read someones posts. It helps to identify with the person.
I was born when I was very small ...
Quote from: ArnieM on October 04, 2010, 04:25:06 PM
I was born when I was very small ...
I was born while you were very small. ;D
I don't remember being born.......
I don't remember ...
NePaS, I think it's a cool idea. Where would those posts be located?
Maybe Arnie can include something about witnessing the invention of fire and the first use of smoking in cooking. ;D
The invention of fire was a bit before my time; probably a lightning strike.
Now, on smoking - oh you probably meant meat. ;D
Huh? My story? Okay. It was never easy for me. I was born a poor black child. I remember the days, sittin' on the porch with my family, singin' and dancin' down in Mississippi...
Quote from: hal4uk on October 04, 2010, 08:07:50 PM
Huh? My story? Okay. It was never easy for me. I was born a poor black child. I remember the days, sittin' on the porch with my family, singin' and dancin' down in Mississippi...
Hey me too :o
Is your real name "Navin Johnson"?
What a bunch of jerks!
Page 73 - Johnson, Navin R.! I'm somebody now! Millions of people look at this book everyday! This is the kind of spontaneous publicity - your name in print - that makes people. I'm in print! Things are going to start happening to me now.
Quote from: hal4uk on October 04, 2010, 08:47:45 PM
Page 73 - Johnson, Navin R.! I'm somebody now! Millions of people look at this book everyday! This is the kind of spontaneous publicity - your name in print - that makes people. I'm in print! Things are going to start happening to me now.
And then the crazy guy starts shootin :D
Like KH........JERK
Watch out for stray bullets Navin.
Quote from: hal4uk on October 04, 2010, 08:07:50 PM
Huh? My story? Okay. It was never easy for me. I was born a poor black child. I remember the days, sittin' on the porch with my family, singin' and dancin' down in Mississippi...
And what was your dogs name?
Regarding the post topic, I like the idea.
Quote from: DarqMan on October 05, 2010, 05:54:35 PM
Quote from: hal4uk on October 04, 2010, 08:07:50 PM
Huh? My story? Okay. It was never easy for me. I was born a poor black child. I remember the days, sittin' on the porch with my family, singin' and dancin' down in Mississippi...
And what was your dogs name?
$#^t head
:D
Quote from: NePaSmoKer on October 05, 2010, 06:05:00 PM
Quote from: DarqMan on October 05, 2010, 05:54:35 PM
Quote from: hal4uk on October 04, 2010, 08:07:50 PM
Huh? My story? Okay. It was never easy for me. I was born a poor black child. I remember the days, sittin' on the porch with my family, singin' and dancin' down in Mississippi...
And what was your dogs name?
$#^t head
:D
Exactly... LOL
That's my cat's name too.
Quote from: hal4uk on October 04, 2010, 08:07:50 PM
Huh? My story? Okay. It was never easy for me. I was born a poor black child. I remember the days, sittin' on the porch with my family, singin' and dancin' down in Mississippi...
Dang Hal, that sounds a lot like my story but it wasn't the Mississippi but the Ohio River. We were so poor I can remember Mom one Christmas when I was ten, since being the Oldest, she reminding me that she didn't have much money and asked me to sacrificed for the younger three. I told he that I understood and all I would like was something to wear and something to play with.
So Christmas morning came and I received a pair of jeans with holes cut in the pockets.
;D
My old HS coach used to admonishingly refer to the game of "pocket pool".
Quote from: SouthernSmoked on October 06, 2010, 04:04:26 AM
Quote from: hal4uk on October 04, 2010, 08:07:50 PM
Huh? My story? Okay. It was never easy for me. I was born a poor black child. I remember the days, sittin' on the porch with my family, singin' and dancin' down in Mississippi...
Dang Hal, that sounds a lot like my story but it wasn't the Mississippi but the Ohio River. We were so poor I can remember Mom one Christmas when I was ten, since being the Oldest, she reminding me that she didn't have much money and asked me to sacrificed for the younger three. I told he that I understood and all I would like was something to wear and something to play with.
So Christmas morning came and I received a pair of jeans with holes cut in the pockets.
If I had the jeans that I had to wear as a kid with all the holes in them today, I'd be the kewlest kid in school.
Like SS, the ones with holes in the pocket were my favorite. ;D