Thread: You've Got Skill!

Originally Posted by thebigspendur

It was many years ago when I was conducting business at a local bank when it was robbed I realized how easy it was and how low risk it was. It seemed to come natural like, to go in with the confidence and the proper disguise and to know how to address the folks. Once I started I just couldn't stop.

That's why now retired I can be "Thebigspendur" and indulge in this hobby. Now I wouldn't recommend this to others cause you can get caught and do some serious time but once you got it down and you have the natural aptitude for it like me"it ain't nothing".

That's a good one thebigspendur, it has a peace about it!

Somewhat reminds me of my grandfather, and how I'd like to go the way he did, peacefully in his sleep, unlike the screaming passengers in his car...

Originally Posted by RezDog

How am I suppose to follow that. I am very good with my hands. I also have fairly good memory recall, which helps because my reading skills are hampered by dyslexia. I can often pick up skills quickly, and can stick with them long enough to achieve some mastery. I am also pretty good at being content.

Good with your hands eh?

I once had a girlfriend who said that to me before she slapped me in the face.

I think my super man power would be listening, my wife says I am the worlds best listener. Well I think thats what she said, I wasn't paying attention.

I just discovered another skill yesterday! - the polite refusal to donate money on a regular monthly basis to a worthy charity.

No lying, no avoiding eye contact and walking past pretending I didn't see them. I actually had a chat with the person and then politely and without guilt, refused to sign a direct debit for $40 a month for the rest of my life or until I cancel, whichever comes first.

That might not seem like a skill to you guys, but it's a first for me.

James.

But can you balance on the head of a pin imbedded in an inverted pyramid sitting in bin full of marbles that sit on a shaking platform? If you can do that then I am open to conversing with you about the state of the weather, the world, the universe, life on Mars (based on the latest transmissions from there) and how to win at Tiddle De Winks. Other wise see my social secretary.

Originally Posted by Phrank

This sounds interesting, let me give it a go:

I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees, I write award-winning operas, I manage time efficiently. Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row.

I woo women with my sensuous and godlike trombone playing, I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook Thirty-Minute Brownies in twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru.

Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I play bluegrass cello, I was scouted by the Mets. I am the subject of numerous documentaries. When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, after work, I repair electrical appliances free of charge.

I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear. I don't perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. I have been caller number nine and have won the weekend passes. Last summer I toured New Jersey with a traveling centrifugal-force demonstration. I bat 400. My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. Children trust me.

I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I know the exact location of every food item in the supermarket. I sleep once a week; when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair. While on vacation, I successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. The laws of physics do not apply to me.

I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid. On weekends, to let off steam, I participate in full-contact origami. Years ago I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I have made extraordinary four-course meals using only a Mouli and a toaster oven. I breed prize-winning clams. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the Kremlin. I have played Hamlet, I have performed open-heart surgery, and I have spoken with Elvis.

But I have not yet mastered the art of straight razor shaving!

And i bet when you drink Beer its Dos Equis!

@Martin103 - alas - depending on your viewpoint, I'm either lucky in this or the unluckiest person alive. The Holy Barley, whether beer, wine or whisky, causes me to vomit like a Holy Hand Grenade, blowing my enemies to smithereens, in His Mercy, to quote Monty Python.

Allergic as crap to the stuff, and as a 6'4", Anglo-Saxon lad, whose ancestors probably painted themselves blue, had really cool swords and great big Long Bow's, I am denied the enjoyment of mead and wine!

I am now, simply, and sadly, a poet, trapped in the body of a wrestler....

Originally Posted by Phrank

@Martin103 - alas - depending on your viewpoint, I'm either lucky in this or the unluckiest person alive. The Holy Barley, whether beer, wine or whisky, causes me to vomit like a Holy Hand Grenade, blowing my enemies to smithereens, in His Mercy, to quote Monty Python.

Allergic as crap to the stuff, and as a 6'4", Anglo-Saxon lad, whose ancestors probably painted themselves blue, had really cool swords and great big Long Bow's, I am denied the enjoyment of mead and wine!

I am now, simply, and sadly, a poet, trapped in the body of a wrestler....

have you tried gin? its great

Originally Posted by bombay

have you tried gin? its great

It's the alcohol - allergic as hell to the stuff, whatever it is, I turn red, face swells, hive's break out, and the only place for me is either the hospital or the nearest Roman vomitorium!

It's not a pretty sight, and one I haven't seen in over 30 years, when I first discovered this wonderful ability I had to turn red, swell up like a pumpkin, and spew vomit like a firehose....

Originally Posted by Phrank

It's the alcohol - allergic as hell to the stuff, whatever it is, I turn red, face swells, hive's break out, and the only place for me is either the hospital or the nearest Roman vomitorium!

It's not a pretty sight, and one I haven't seen in over 30 years, when I first discovered this wonderful ability I had to turn red, swell up like a pumpkin, and spew vomit like a firehose....

do you have any native american heritage?? or asian??