re: Who are you? Why are you here? I am **** serious.

I'm here to keep the gump bullshite in check.

I was a sailor... I was born upon the tide
And with the sea I did abide

I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico
I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow

And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed... But I am living still

Will you always be around, and around, and around, and around...?

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Will you always be around, and around, and around, and around...?

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Of course

I'll be back again, and again and again and again and again

Yes, I have noticed that. I know your side of the river well, or used to, my mom was from Edgefield and we used to visit my grandparents there frequently.
The CSRA will never be confused for the vacation capital of the world but heck, it's home.

I graduated from A&M with my undergrad and MA.

I wish I had chosen a different username because the Coug part leads people to believe I have some ties to UH or I’m a mid-40s female looking to score. It doesn’t. It was my username back on Texags years ago that I carried over here.

I first came to this board because I got tired of the circle jerk at Texags. I hear it’s better now but I haven’t been back.

I read more than I post and the sRant was a lot of fun when I first came here. I find myself reading the MSB and OT Lounge more than sRant during the off-season, though. After four years it’s just the same thing over and over on sRant. I mean even tFlagship posters must be getting old in the troll game.

Ah well. Football is coming and that’s when this board shines. Looking forward to it.

Good luck to all the SEC teams until conference games start.

I like the way this thread brought out folks that don't post much. I'm intrigued by you half lurkers!

Im an old dude who lives in Atlanta who hates every college football team except Auburn. frick all your teams. But I like most of you bastages.

Now get off my lawn if you aint cuttin it or delivering pizza.

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Who are you?

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The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.

Aside from that...Well, not much to tell...

I uh, I was, uh, one of the authors of the Port Huron Statement.-- Uh the original Port Huron Statement.

Not the compromised second draft. Uh, and then I, uh...ummm, ever hear of the Seattle Seven? That was me...and uh, uh, six other guys. Uhh, And then uh...the music business briefly...Yeah. Roadie for Metallica. Speed of Sound Tour. Bunch of assholes. And then, uh, you know, a little of this, a little of that. Uh, my career's, slowed down a little lately.

For recreation?

Oh, the usual. Bowl. Drive around. The occasional acid flashback.