"lil Sumptin We Don't Know Bout Ya"

I was in a car accident when they were bringing me home from the hospital when I was born.


Thought this would be interesting if we all gave up the tapes on a little something we all don't know on each of us.

Fess up........come on.
ya mean you want us to narc or dime ourselves out?
i just realized that nothing out of the ordinary has ever happened in my life and that makes me very sad..
MARY
Jack, you just made me think of something I saw on TV the other day. We have a programme here called Top Gear - it's about cars, and it's three blokes testing various cars and doing some sort of challenge. The last episode, they were in the US, and they had to buy a car each for less than $1000 and go on a road trip. One of their challenges was to try and get each other shot or arrested by "decorating" each others vehicles and driving them across the deep south. So the set off in a camero, a pick up, and an old cadillac, with MAN LOVE RULES OK, NASCAR SUCKS, HILLARY FOR PRESIDENT, COUNTRY AND WESTERN IS RUBBISH, I AM GAY and such scrawled in giant letters on their vehicles. Man, it was so funny - they got chased out of a fuel station by a bunch of red necks in pick ups, who tried to run them off the road. They s*** themselves!

And as for something you don't know about me. When I was about 7 years old I put Geoff Capes out of the European games. For all you Stateside, Geoff Capes was a bit of a star in the 70's. He won the Worlds Strongest Man competition, and was one of the best shot putters in the world. I was a massive fan of his, and really wanted to meet him. As luck would have it, he used to train at the Thames Poly gym, where my dad also trained. I'd been nagging my dad to set up a meeting for ages, and my opportunity came when I was off school with chicken pox, and my dad was saddled with the task of looking after me. When I started feeling better, my dad took me into meet him. It was about 2 weeks before the European Games. I went in and sat on Geoffs knee, had some photos signed and had a chat with him. Unfortunately Geoff caught the virus off me, and came down with Shingles and had to pull out of the games. Oops!

love

Diff xxxx
O.K. Here goes... When I was in college ,(one of those right wing, southern baptist colleges, Jack) I was distracted one day and went into the men's locker instead of the women's. Unfortunately, I didn't realize my mistake until I had stripped and was headed for the showers. The shower room was full of nekkid jocks!!! I spent an hour in a bathroom stall, wrapped in nothing but a towel, with my feet on the toilet because my toenails were painted pink. I wish I could say that was the only time I embarrassed myself but unfortunately I'm a little dizzy. Well....maybe alot dizzy. LOL
Hi shirley, Ha, that's funny! Reminds me of when I went on this fire safety course with my work, at the training school for Hampshire Fire Brigade. I took a wrong turning and went into the changing rooms. I'm ashamed to say I was a lot less bashful than you! I realized my mistake straight away, but still did a tour of the shower block, surrounded by loads of gorgeous young firemen in varying states of undress. In my mind, I remember it sort of in slow-mo, with the "I don't want you to be true/ I just wanna make lurrrve to you..." tune from the Diet Coke adverts playing in the background...

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Diff xxx
You got alot more guts than I do!!! I was terrified! I went to gym the rest of the year but I didn't shower until I got home!! Luckily, it was my last class! I'm sure a few of those guys saw me. I got some funny looks for awhile!!! And that was before I ever did any hard drugs!!! Can you imagine what I got myself into on heroin???? Maybe on heroin, I would've been more like you and do a walk-through. But.... I would probably be doing something gross like scratching my arse!!! LOL
Hmmmmmmmmm, so I ask for a lil' sumptin about all of us we haven't divulged and I got you two oggling nekkid fellas!!!!!!!!!!!

Too funny, ladies. Is this a confession?

I got another one..........by the way I am secret squirrell................

Highschool, HUGE rally thingie in a huge arena as a Blessed man was going to be beatified........in English a man was becoming a Saint.......O.K. so we had to be representatives of our all girl Catholic school, and there were thousands of kids from all over at this thing..........boys, girls, and all that stuff.

We go to the bathroom in this sports arena.......we're in a hurry.......we leave and man I know I was cute and all but I am getting more attention than the Saint.......my girlfriends are now almost wetting themselves........I'm doing my bright Bryn smile, and waving hello to these boys.........finally behind me my friends think this is hilarious..............WHY?

Yeah, the uniform is stuck in the undies.........and this is pre-thongs thank goodness..........left me walking around with my hinney all out........not one to be embarassed I was that day........so I laughed too and wiggled some.

Man, I got Ms. Tres ones..............like blowing her nose on french fry bags and peeing in a sink..........joining the Hare Krishnas........girl was wild!
That's a good one Bryn. I guess when you ask someone to divulge what no-one knows about them, they automatically think of their most embarrassing moment. I'll divulge something else no-one knows about me..... I was in a Shakespeare club in 5th and 6th grade as well as being in "The Monkees" fan club. Me and some friends would get together and recreate Romeo and Juliet. We all knew the dialogue by heart. And when we got tired of that,. we pretended we were the Monkees. I was always Peter Tork. I thought he was so cute! That's gotta be bizaar, right? Shakespeare and The Monkees??? And I was very pro-Kennedy!! I ran for class president when he ran for president. His ambition inspired me. I wore black to school for 2 weeks when he died. I better say good night. I'm falling asleep. It's been a long day and I need a nap.
OH I just remembered a few things- - I did play the starring role of Scrooge in the 1969 production of St.thomas School's- "A Christmas Carol"

And when I got confirmed in the same Catholic School - I was asked the 1st question by the Bishop- I still remember > "Who is God?"
I nervously answered "God is a supreme being ,infinitely perfect, who made all things and keeps them in existence"


I made the nuns proud for a week before It was back to the knuckle smacking *
Oh boy - - no wonder I got issues
catholic school daze! Right?
Bryn, you should bring Ms Tres to the UK and take her to Glastonbury. I had to rescue one of me "crew" from the Hari Krishna's one year. He'd wandered into the Krishna tent whilst off his head on acid. I found him two days later with his head shaved doing the Hari Hari song. They totally got inside his head and wrecked him! Oh boy, I'd better stop with my Glasto tales. I think Glastonbury has to be the pinnacle of my drug taking days. I'd never known it was possible to have so much fun!

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diff xx
NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now we're talkin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thesbians galore here.

O.K. so do I have to start a poll???????? HOw many heroin addicts at one time were in the theater or took on the role of Peter Tork??????? Hahahahahaha!!!!!!

Great stuff you guys, and yeah them nuns were something else.

One made me wear a sign said "I AM BOY CRAZY".......then she sprayed me with Lysol........right in the face too........then beat my azzzzzz.......my reply was something like "Sister, I can not help it if they come after me. They won't leave me alone".......Haaaaaaaa.........true dat!

Thanks guys.......keep 'em coming if ya can.
YAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!


Diff, I can't bring Tres to the UK........she already thinks she's there......our entire lives the girl pretended she lived in the UK........the weird thing is she actually, truly looks like Lady Dianeer..........people say that to her all the time, and Dianna was not even born when we were kids.......yeah she is all things British........she even says Cuppa, Flat, Proper 9as in let's have a proper chat), and LOVES British rock.