when I was 3yrs old, I was walking home from the store with my mother and 2yr old brother in philly. I saw three little girls run across a busy street all holding hands. They never heard my mother shout stop and all 3 were hit by a car right in front of us. I think all 3 died.
The oldest was carrying a bag of groceries.
I still remember the cheerios strewn across the street.

that's one of the funniest responses i've heard in a while. cheers!

I like guys "and" girls. :thumbsup

And the more in the room at once the better!

sorry for dbl post.

i used to drive a trolley/bus as a tour guide in ottawa. microphone and yapping for 2 hrs while driving a 52 passenger vehicle. hahaha. what made peeps laugh i 'm told is that i'm all of 5'3" and weigh max 120 lbs. :1orglaugh

5+ years ago I won the jackpot with the UK national lottery, it was called Easyplay if I can recall.. Anyway you had to predict the football teams that would draw.... I matched 8 (the max) and thought I was gonna be rich!

Trouble was, about 380 people matched the same, and I had to share it...
we all got £8621 each :1orglaugh

I discovered a bug in a cave in Mexico that is now in the Smithsonian.

I'm stoic :)

I once had a guy jump off a parking garage roof and land on the car right beside me as I was walking into work..

I take baths with a rubber ducky floating around. Quack Quack!

I think Paul Sr on American Chopper is hot lol :winkwink:

We have 3 green iguanas, two cuban rock iguanas. two Mexican spiney tailed iguanas, two bearded dragons, 5 leopard geckos, a nile monitor, a water dragon, a black and white Argentinian Tegu, various corns snakes, 4 boa constrictors, a spotted python, 3 sawu island pythons, 2 royal (ball) pythons, two blue tongued skinks, two orange spotted agamas, 3 Colombian rainbow boas, a Brazilian rainbow boa, 6 rosy boas, 3 sunbeam snakes, 7 sugar gliders, two skunks, an acacia rat and a dog.

Sadly, it is. Wow Cory, I didn't even know you took pictures. What were we doing at Durty Nelly's and who is the hot chick next to me? Was I singing "I Got You Babe?" And what's up with the hair?!??!

As for something about me, I'll stick to the film/tv motif and go with the fact that I used to work for Beavis & Butthead out in New York.

Huh, it never occurred to me that you were once a blonde....

(I love you Poppy, but you left yourself wide open on this one...)


Did you play the Snickers' stunt double?

Wow! That's interesting!:thumbsup

I love CSI.:)

I used to volunteer at a Mental Health Facility on ward 4 (most dangerous in-patients) In the near future I will begin to take PSW (personal service worker) so that I can help AIDS patients.

At 19 years old I dated the very first male stripper to show his dick on a stage in North-America.

Im one of the very first chathostesses to broadcast live onto a webcam site.

In 2003, as I was still chathosting, I had a paying member that spent over 30 000$ in private shows just for me in less then 8 months.

At 21 I was able to buy real-estate without any financial help from anybody; and despite the fact that I was into the porn business for 6 years I have never had to suck a cock or have sexual intercourse with a man to achieve that.

I was the cover model for the very first layout of the site im now working as an affiliate manager now (that was 6 or 7 years ago) and I have just found out a couple of months ago as I was filing old pictures of our girls.

Many of you have seen me naked on many sites and magazines over the years and have no idea. :thumbsup

Ohhhhh shit :1orglaugh :1orglaugh :1orglaugh

I caught a 150lb sailfish in Acapulco...

Haha, nice!!

I have broken my right arm 3 times in 3 different places..
Broken my left arm 1 time in 2 places
Had major knee surgery,
TONS of stitches all over my body ,
3 c-sections,
A monster truck hit me Head On and my head stuck in the windshield..my dad owned the ambulance service here so he and his people had to cut my head out of the glass.. then I had to have reconstructive plastic surgery on my face.. still have some nasty scars...

I hope to never return to the hospital again:winkwink:

Oh man.......

Wow, you have more details? A picture maybe?

Sounds humbling. I am sure that puts perspective on your life.

When I was in the 6th grade I would babysit for the Tupperware lady, she had 3 kids. One night the lady next door came home with her new boyfriend and her old boyfriend showed up and stabbed her to death.

This was my 1st time dealing with cop's. I had to testify, needless to say I didn't babysit for her any more which at the time sucked cuz she paid me $20 a night, at that age it was good $$ 3-4 times a week.

:disgust :disgust :disgust

http://www.internetsexnetwork.com/im...iaguy-harp.jpgI used to play harmonica in a band. Now I jam whenever I can...

When I was around 11 years old, my parents took my sister and I to a karate tournament (tae kwon do) in Little Rock, Arkansas. I was a green belt and I competed in the tournament.

I did pretty good. After the tournament, my parents took us to McDonalds. I used the restroom upon arrival. I heard some teenagers coming and they were cursing and being very loud. I got nervous and went into the stall. When they came in, one of the kids dropped a switch blade and it landed slightly under the stall, right at where my feet should have been.

I had my feet slightly elevated so that the kids would not notice me. Unfortunately, the kid that picked up the knife saw my elevated feet and told me to come out. I walked out and he pinned me against the wall. I was terrified. He made fun of me in my karate outfit. Then the group walked out.

I walked out shortly after, trying to regain my composure. As I made way down the aisle, I noticed that same kid (the group leader) was standing outside his booth with his dad. When I walked through, the kid once again stopped me. His dad looked at me and said,

"Pussy kid should learn to fight the real way. Son, you don't need karate, look at that scared piece of shit."

I edged my way by him slightly, feeling like the rule of masses applied. If he did anything to me, a group would surely break it up.

I went back to my table and sat down with my family. My dad took my cheeseburgers away and said,

"You don't eat until you settle that problem. I want you to walk over to that kid and I want you to knock him out in line."

By this time, the kid was in line with his dad. I began to shake and requested that I not perform the task. My mom lobbied for my request. The request was denied.

So I got up from my seat. I approached the kid. I made my way through groups of people, some of which accused me of cutting, and I tapped him on the shoulder.

He turned, he laughed and he pointed, alerting his dad of my presence.

"Hey Dad, look, the karate kid is back for more. He looks like he is going to cry."

That may well have been true. But what he didn't know was that I grew up rough. My dad often made me fight kids that picked on me. I was injured all the time.

So I used a closed fist and I punched him in his mouth, knocking him back into the crowd, drawing a massive and predictable group intervention. I was shoved back and the kid was screaming wiping the slight blood smears from his busted lower lip.

I went back to the table. I sat down and picked up my cheeseburger and began to nervously eating.

"You never let anyone push you around."

About two bites into my cheeseburger, the kids dad approached with his injured son in tow. The son was behind him, rejecting all ideas that he had been taken, yet not stepping in front of his dad.

"I should let my son beat your son's fucking ass."

My dad took another bite of his big mac. And then he glared up.

"Deal. I will send my son outside, I will let your older and stronger son beat my son up. But my son will not quit. But understand, at the same time, I am going beat the shit out of your scrawny ass."

The dad looked at him with confusion. I sat still, feeling the nervous energy a chicken must feel before being released in a chicken pin with 50 thai men waiving bills.

The dad mustered something under his breath, and then walked away.

Funny, today, I am not afraid of much. I love being challenged. The things I was scared of as a kid, I am not afraid of as an adult.

Not sure if that story is a good thing or a bad thing, but it is probably like anything, if you take the good from it and you understand the bad, it makes it a good thing.

Bumppppppp

This thread is awesome :thumbsup

I once went to professional wrestling school, I think about 5 or 6 years ago. I was there for about a year or so until the federation I was training with hit some rough times. I still have video of training somewhere.

good story, i like your parents attitudes... we need more parents like that, not the pussy ones who say "just walk away"

I was in an AOL commercial and also a commercial for the Junior College I attended. I adopted my brothers 2 kids 5 yrs ago. I like boys and girls but MOSTLY GIRLS! I went to my first Fetish ball this month and loved it. There are a few interesting things about me ;)

Very interesting story, thanks for sharing...

Reminds me a lot of the sentiment of G. Gordon Liddy's autobiography - "Will" where he talks about facing your fears head on.

you dated RogerV ? :winkwink:

I grew up very poor, my mother was married 5 times to differant truck drivers.

I don't know my father.

My mother and two sisters are addicated to Meth.

My uncle died of drug overdose.

My aunt was molested by my grandfather.. She disconnected a long time ago.
I do not talk to anyone who is related to me.





My life now is the exact opposite of how I grew up but, I can't get over my childhood.

I guess I was lucky. I have never smoked a cigeratte, done any drugs, and I don't drink.

I am burnt out on conventions because their are just too damn many of them. I miss seeing some people but honestly I don't miss the hustle. We get more work actually done when everyone is on their pcs working instead of getting ready or coming back from a show.

Post the video!

I have been published multiple times and have won two national poetry awards, the last one was written late on 9/11 about my son whom ran away from home that day.

I'm fucking insane!

I Am Alive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am in the first husbands club


Mr. Romance