...that we probably don't know. The more obscure, the better - we don't need a bunch of people trying to guess each others' identities. I'll start.

 

I used to help my college roommate's dad haul garbage in eastern Rowan County and western Carter County. One of the houses on our route was that of Kentucky authors Andrew Offutt and his son Chris Offutt (the son was just a teenager at the time).

And let's go ahead and get this out of the way. "I can't get up".

 

- Randy Parker

And let's go ahead and get this out of the way. "I can't get up".

 

- Randy Parker

 

I am just not sure what that means.

I cannot fix anything. I try and it never turns out the way it should.

I am just not sure what that means.

 

 

I embarrassingly don't know anything about cars.

I embarrassingly don't know anything about cars.

 

Same here. And to make it worse, I work for a major auto parts company! :lol2:

I love to bet horse racing. I have traveled to several different race tracks and hope to visit more when I retire.

I've mentioned it before but I was neighbors with serial killer Orville Lynn Majors, he walked past my house daily when I lived in Indiana in the 90's.

 

When I was 19 I called in sick one day when I wasn't, so that I could go rappelling. Later that day I got struck by lightning and I came to fully understand how much power Walmart actually has. :lol2:

I met my wife-to-be because a common friend lied to both of us about our interest in each other. None of it was true.

Back in high school I worked out with WWE stars Edge and Christian at the old Moores fitness in florence when they were in town for a show at the Cincy Gardens.

 

Teammate and I were there and they walked in, started chatting and worked out together.

I hit the Superfecta on the 2004 Derby. Smarty Jones year. One of the best days of my life.

I've been playing golf for 32 years and I've yet to have a Hole-in-One.

My first job was a concession stand worker at a theater. My pay was $5 per week. Movies began at 1 pm to midnight on Saturday and Sunday and 7 pm on weeknights.

I bought my first bicycle with money earned from that job.

I've been playing golf for 32 years and I've yet to have a Hole-in-One.

26 years and same. So frustrating. My former brother-in-law, who is still a good friend, can't break a 100 with a foot wedge...and he has one. So. Aggravating.