In sumation Your Honor....Government brat to college dropout to russian linguist in Navy to college student again (Uncle Sam was paying) to NSA to career banker to laid off / retired Grandpa while starting over in a woodworking shop. But I DO NOT rest my case! More to come.
Well some of the more to come is I am done with people who are fakes. I tell it like it is good and bad. If you can't handle the truth....oppsss sorry Jack but it works!!!!
I have been told by a very nice lady that I am an "OK guy". I thought about that for a moment and hey I concur.
Some of those tests on this site seem interesting.
Me: She don't like her eggs all runny
She thinks crossin' her legs is funny
She looks down her nose at money
She gets it on like the Easter Bunny
She's my baby I'm her honey
I'm never gonna let her go
You: He ain't got laid in a month of Sundays
I caught him once and he was sniffin' my undies
He ain't too sharp but he gets things done
Drinks his beer like it's oxygen
He's my baby and I'm his honey
Never gonna let him go
In spite of ourselves, we'll end up a'sittin' on a rainbow
Against all odds, honey, we're the big door prize
We're gonna spite our noses, right off of our faces
There won't be nothin', but big old hearts, dancin' in our eyes