What's an interesting fact about yourself?

I can cut aluminum cans with my toenails. what kind of gas?

cool, car gas… if that makes sense. Lol

I’m a left handed, right brained blonde with a rare blood type and a rare personality type.
In other words, you may want my blood, my highly creative and intelligent input, but, you probably don’t want to drive with me, I’ll scare you shitless. lol

I love to sing.

I taught Arnold Schwarzenneggar the meaning of the word “Cramp”.

Hehe, I answered this on Askville. I love the smell of new books.

I still (at 42) have a stuffed animal on my nightstand. He’s a rhino.

I had brown eyes most of my life. In the last year, they have been changing color. When I got my driver’s license renewed, they changed the color on my license to green. They don’t seem to have settled on that color and are beginning to look bluish. I looked up the subject and learned that eye color may change as you age. It can be to a lighter or darker color. It’s kind of fun to see the gradual change.

I play the banjo.

All the facts about me are boring.

I don’t know how to drive a car.

I am actually communicating with you “from the other side”!

When I swim I fart on every third stroke, think of it as a kind of turbo propulsion unit.

Most jellies know this already but for the benefit of all the new people coming in from Askville, I’m a transsexual, female-to-male. I started transition late in life (at the age of 42) and should be finished with all the surgeries by the end of next year.

Just like my name “Smitha”(Indian Name) means “Forever smiling”, I love to and always keep smiling.

There’s nothing interesting about me. I’m unique – just like everyone else in the world.

I like the smell of gas, too. And paint. And sharpies.

Along with the smells @livelaughlove21 mentioned, I also like the smell of dry-erase markers. The older ones were more pungent, however.

I just learned how to make an authentic egg cream, which of course contains neither egg nor cream.

I got a carbonated water maker for my birthday and love it.

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.

I keep my old riding boots in a sealed plastic bag so I can smell my old dead horse on them. Hermetically sealed to preserve that sweaty horse smell and manure. haha

@Blondesjon Remains funny no matter how many times you hear it, yeah baby, yeah!

@Smitha Very pretty name! I am SO happy you are here! :) :)

@Valerie111 Me too,the first familiar pic I noticed was yours and I was so happy and excited!Then when I checked your profile ,saw others too.I think Fluther is much better than Askville!

I got nothin’. Boring, I know.

@augustlan That’s not true! Pffft…you under estimate yourself woman!

I know a fact about @augustlan. She’s interested in serial killers. She said so in another thread like, a buncha years ago. I swear!

She’s also hot.

Ooh, I know a serial killer. That’s interesting, I guess. Scary, too. (I knew him before he became one.) And I am not nearly as hot as @Symbeline.

@augustlan I’m really interested in serial killers as well. I’m studying criminal justice so it may come naturally, but I think a lot of people are fascinated by murderers – especially serial murderers. I’m currently taking a class called Analyzing Homicide and I love it. It’s a very popular course and incredibly hard to get into.

This might be interesting. My step-father was a teenager living in Chicago in the mid-70s and was offered a “job” by John Wayne Gacy. He declined – lucky him.

It’s fascinating, isn’t it @livelaughlove21?

I knew a guy who was suspected of being the Zodiac killer. When I heard that, it made me laugh.
This guy was a wonderful, sweet man.