I'm the guy you'd want with you if you were lost in a jungle with a wounded tiger cub. And for some reason all the other animals want to eat the cub. And maybe there's an animal hospital and the tiger's parents just outside the jungle. Basically I'm selling myself on good navigation and confidence that I could outwit most other species (except snakes, I don't do well with snakes. Well, the biting kind. The hugging kind are adorable).
A few years ago I struck out West, much like the 19th Century settlers in their covered wagons. Unlike the settlers, no one was born and nobody died of dysentery. The cats meowed a lot though.
I'm pleased to say I spend only a healthy amount of time on Reddit.
I judge a high five based on how long I can still feel it after the initial impact. A high five is not remarkable unless I can feel it for a good five seconds.
I don't take anything seriously (except for serious things), and I've learned to suppress my natural grammar Nazi tendencies because seriously, who cares?