I am an inspirational figure, often seen posing majestically on top
of cliff faces and skyscrapers that I have free-climbed in record
times. I negotiate terrorists into trying bacon 'just to say
they've tried it,' and have designed a line of paper clips which
can combine to form fallout shelters in ten easy steps with minimal
carbon footprints. On weekends I teach animals to play the
soundtrack to 'Casablanca' on the piano dressed in coats and tails.
Women are overcome with passion at the sound of me ordering meals
at the drive-thru in iambic pentameter. I brew beer that is so
bittersweet that it has taught hermit crabs the meaning of
heartache. I have speared sharks, walked with wolves, and helped
hawks with their penmanship. I am known on the island of Saint
Lucia as 'the white death,' in the Rockies as 'strongo' and by my
friends as 'hey stupid.' Clowns fear me and mimes gossip as the
sight of me. I counsel exotic birds over hair loss issues. Sperm
whales exist because of my legendary negotiating skills. I know a
little about a lot, and a lot about a little. I have memorized
Shakespeare, delivered a particularly large baby, and won
cliff-diving competitions in the Himalayas.
The short version is: I'm a brewer who is an avid reader, writes
(just for myself), lifts, and loves animals. I'm very athletic,
very smart, eyes that change from green to blue (happens a lot with
us Irish), and tend to laugh a lot.
Although I am fairly lighthearted and joke around quite a bit, I do
take life seriously , am extremely goal-oriented, and plan for the
future. I just don't see why life shouldn't be something to laugh
I was skeptical about this at first, but I recently found out that
two of my friends found each other on here. Here's hoping!