I’ll just borrow ideas from Uncle:
- I’ve never bungee jumped, but I’ve seen Rockey Horror Picture show two times. Last time I went, there were two hot chicks making out in the theater in front of me. I might have watched that more intently than the show.
- I don’t own a lot of guns by some people’s standards, but probably more than Uncle or Bitter.
- My legal name is 100% Irish
- I got my wisdom teeth removed last fall. Dry socket was the worst pain I’ve ever had. The narcotics were good though.
- My liver is 50% Irish and 50% German
- I could pretty much repeat Uncle’s line for this one, except I lack a graduate degree. And my grandmother did graduate from high school.
- Bitter has not yet asked me to marry her, but she’s been looking at wedding stuff all weekend. (she’s putting together a post on the wedding industry)
- I once shot and killed a bird with a BB gun without meaning to. It got in between me and the target.
Was that bird flying when you hit it? If so, awesome.
No… otherwise I would have claimed that I meant to do that :) I was shooting at bottles, or cans or something, and a bunch of birds landed on the lawn. I wasn’t going to let the birds stop me from shooting, so I fired a shot at the bottle, missed, oops. They all took off, except for one bird, who didn’t. I thought it was a dumb bird, but it was a dead bird.
So it was by accident in that I didn’t intend to hit a bird, but I knew they were there, and that if I pulled a shot, I might hit one.
Dry socket – arrgh, you had to remind me. I tried to do that to the giant turd-lying Canadian Geese, while golfing. They’re pretty resistant to my shots.