I live on the edge at all times, as long as it safe. I give myself credit for the wonderous things I have achieved, even though I cannot remember them. I am deadly accurate at throwing bottle caps. I swoon at a good chess game. My typing skills are rivaled only by those of a 4 year old. I am wanted in several countries, tracked by bears, and a mythical lover. God has talked to me but I was too busy sleeping to listen. I believe that grass should not be mowed at 7:00 am on a sunday morning. I practice hypnotism on myself. I drive like Mario Andretti and can take corners at ludacris speeds. Caramilk bars fascinates me. I can cook like a master chef and my kraft dinner and hot dogs has been featured on culinary television programs. I own a food processor and have never used it. My computer is a constant source of irritation for me. I pirate movies but still pay to see them in the theatre. I long to run with the bulls in Pamplona but fear to get in the way. I feel no pain. I make a awesome PB&J sandwich, my secret is no PB and double the J. I wish I knew why dogs hate it when you blow in their face but stick their head out the window. I am also the coolest guy I know.

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