Windows... I'd rather clean toilets than do windows!

Nothing... didn't realize it was final until a week later. At that point I was too busy packing and prepping to move back across country.

Oh, great... I have a 79% chance of dating a psycho.

But, I think I've already met my quota.

A level of insanity revered by some and loathed by others.

You mock my comment? Damn man!

Atlantis... you are an attractive guy. What happens is that they are not secure enough themselves and use the "bad boy" term as an excuse as to why you might not like them.

Also, you don't smile. You look serious, or possibly like you are "daring" someone to take a look. Not sure if that is the right terminology... but that's what comes to mind. That kind of "devil be damned" look. Then there are the pics with the bike, the tank, etc. Ready to go kick some butt... that's what it says to me at first glance.

After reading your posts, and getting a different feel for you, it is obvious that you have a sense of humor and a serious side, but some mistake the serious side for nonchalance or arrogance... which some people attribute to being a bad boy.

That's just my 2 cents.

I want to come back as one of my Mom's pets. They get better treatment than my step-dad!

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!

Then again, it depends on what you consider to be "old". My thought on the matter is that when you get to the point where you give up and acknowledge you're old... that's when you are old. Not a second sooner.

Kind of like being a toddler... you wear diapers, your food is soft and tasteless because you have no teeth, and no one listens to you because they can't understand what you are saying.

I think you're screwed... and not in a good way.

For some reason, that doesn't surprise me in the least.

Oh gosh... remember this one?? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VuinqB9z3JI

Eh... I've seen more than my 36 year old eyes should have seen in 100 years. Nothing much surprises me anymore.

Ewwwwww!

I've already had my fair share of "interesting" individuals on here. Everything from men wanting to know my dress size so we could "share clothes" to someone wanting to breast feed and have me dress him diapers.

I don't need any more. I've already exceeded my limit!

You were using Pledge fluffy dusters before Prozac? I'd think they might be ticklish... but what else were you using them for?

Ummmm...No! Thanks, but no thanks.

Good lord... I have a very active imagination and I KNOW I don't even want to go there.

Mitch, damn you! I had forgotten about THAT ONE!

Now I'm going to be humming (and not in a good way) all night!

I think if there is intent there... it is considered cheating.