Author Topic: Let's count to a million FOR REAL (Read 584553 times)

Turtlekid1 · « **Reply #1725 on:** January 20, 2010, 10:49:24 AM »

1726

CrossEyed has given me a reason to read this thread.

coolkid · « **Reply #1726 on:** January 20, 2010, 02:29:49 PM »

CrossEyed7 · « **Reply #1727 on:** January 20, 2010, 02:48:17 PM »

1728

After preschool, I was homeschooled for a while, so not many prospects there.

Weegee · « **Reply #1728 on:** January 20, 2010, 04:43:04 PM »

1729

In my younger and more vulnerable years, my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.

nensondubois · « **Reply #1729 on:** January 20, 2010, 04:48:12 PM »

1730 coins!

CrossEyed7 · « **Reply #1730 on:** January 20, 2010, 11:45:13 PM »

1731

A few years later, I ran into Victoria at the library. I explained to her that I had skipped a grade because I had already known everything in kindergarten. My mom overheard me and later told me she thought it sounded like I was bragging. I didn't think I had been, but it made me feel bad.

CrossEyed7 · « **Reply #1731 on:** January 20, 2010, 11:49:27 PM »

1732

Victoria's dad looked kinda like Doug Van Gundy.

Dragoon Jay · « **Reply #1732 on:** January 21, 2010, 09:46:22 PM »

1733

I can count!

Weegee · « **Reply #1733 on:** January 21, 2010, 10:37:13 PM »

I Googled '1734' and got this, so... yeah. Happy 1734, everyone.

coolkid · « **Reply #1734 on:** January 24, 2010, 12:52:50 PM »

...Screw you, Weegee! Cannot unsee!
Also,

Sqrt2 · « **Reply #1735 on:** January 27, 2010, 07:18:39 PM »

Weegee · « **Reply #1736 on:** January 27, 2010, 07:26:36 PM »

Glorb · « **Reply #1737 on:** January 28, 2010, 03:17:18 PM »

seventeenthirtyeight

CrossEyed7 · « **Reply #1738 on:** January 28, 2010, 03:50:47 PM »

Around sixth or seventh grade, I started going to youth group. There was a rather hot (to a seventh-grader, of course) girl there named Becca. Whenever any of the guys, who all hated me, made fun of her, I kind of stuck up for her. Then one time we all went to a retreat thing at some college and when we went into the gym there, I noticed there were lots of basketball hoops, since it was big enough to accommodate multiple courts. I looked around and said "Why are there so many goals?" Becca wheeled her head around, scoffed, condescendingly remarked "They're called hoops," and turned back around. I somehow had the wisdom and presence of mind to end my crush on the spot.

Incidentally, I believe that was the only time she ever talked to me in the three years or so that I went there.

The Guy · « **Reply #1739 on:** January 28, 2010, 05:08:05 PM »

seventeenfourty-zero