NationStates Jolt Archive

Tell. Tell a story. Tell us something memorable, funny, sad, ironic...whatever. Just don't tell us the same-old, same-old. I'll tell you I'm listening to the new William Shatner album, and creepily enough, I'm not cringing as much as I thought I might.

Tell. Tell a story. Tell us something memorable, funny, sad, ironic...whatever. Just don't tell us the same-old, same-old. I'll tell you I'm listening to the new William Shatner album, and creepily enough, I'm not cringing as much as I thought I might.
On what you told: Hey, I've heard Regis Philbin sing and even though I never pictured it, he doesn't sound all that bad.

Now for me to tell something. An interesting story within my own family. My mom and I were watching the Chicago Bears play a few years ago (not more than three actually) and my paternal grandfather was over to talk to my dad. My grandpa's first name is Maynard and at, quite literally, this stage in the game, the Bears were punting, typical in John Shoop's :sniper: offense, and their punter, both at that time and currently, was/is Brad Maynard. My grandpa saw the name on the back of the jersey and asked, "What's his name?" My mom and I told him and his reply was a short two words: "Poor bastard." I still chuckle whenever I think about that.

I'm telling you; cringe on your knees and beg forgiveness for poisoning the air with shatners croonings.

...shoes, i tell you...

I'm telling you; cringe on your knees and beg forgiveness for poisoning the air with shatners croonings.
Ahh!

Augusto is back!

Ahh!

Augusto is back!

'scuse me?

i was never away, only biding my time. in much the same way as lenin. or ALL the old popes.

Bump. Come on! We need some more stories.

My dad won 500,000 dollars on Who Wants to be a Millionaire. He bought himself a used Toyota Camry and put the rest in the bank.