Okay, I'll go first. An Eldest Son; Husband (Widower back in California); Father (Son and Daughter);
Grampy Bobby (as nicknamed by the three of my Six Grandchildren in MA). Your turn to go second:
Tallest person in my immediate family.
Hairiest person in my immediate family.
Wallowing in 1960s music is my go-to treat.
Almost won the state math contest in high school. (Darn it.)
High jump and long jump were my strongest athletic abilities.
Huh? I am *not* a bum. I'm a jerk. I once had wealth, power, and the love of a beautiful woman. Now I only have two things: my friends, and... uh... my thermos. Huh? My story? Okay. It was never easy for me. I was born a poor black child. I remember the days, sittin' on the porch with my family, singin' and dancin' down in Mississippi...
I'm the enemy. Because I like to think, I like to read. I'm into freedom of speech, freedom of choice.
I'm the kind if guy who would sit in the greasy spoon and think "Gee, should I have the T-bone steak or the big rack of barbecued spare ribs with the side order of gravy fries?"
I want high cholesterol. I want to eat bacon, butter and buckets of cheese alright?
I want to smoke a Cuban cigar the size of Cincinatti in a non-smoking section. I wanna run around naked with green jello all over my body reading a Playboy magazine.
Originally posted by Grampy Bobby Okay, I'll go first. An Eldest Son; Husband (Widower back in California); Father (Son and Daughter);
Grampy Bobby (as nicknamed by the three of my Six Grandchildren in MA). Your turn to go second:
That's 4, not 5.... what happened to the counting list?