Originally Posted by candyflip
(Post 17976646)
You been an asshole to countless people here and proven yourself to be one of, if not the biggest idiot loser ever here on GFY.
Yet when you look in the mirror, this is what you see (this is from Scott's profile on Facebook):
It's easy to put someone down, I believe real courage comes from those that elevate others.
300 million people celebrate my birthday and I wasn't even born in their country! Northern boy by nature I used to call myself an Icelandic Canadian, but after visiting Iceland and being interviewed in their newspapers, radio and television shows I clearly know now I'm Canadian with Icelandic heritage. Always lived in Manitoba, but traveled the world for work and pleasure.
Lived in 3 residences at the University of Manitoba, got kicked out of one. Only the one that kicked me out still sends me letters for donations. Worked security, Financial planning, and then the last ten years played in my underwear at home on the computer. Owned a bar in there an some commercial real estate too and yes I wore my boxers when I was working too.
I spend my spare time petting my dog's belly, mountain biking, eating anything, fighting speeding tickets (still got 5 merits), harassing people, and searching for the best price to sell any extra organs I might not need.
So, if you are not impressed by my Tv appearances, handsome facial features, Noble Prize level intellectual prowess, writing ability, impeccable gas milage of my car, humble modesty, or lack of criminal record yet mile long civil suit docket let me also make you aware that I am one of the best foot massagers in the western hemisphere.
Some people think this makes me shallow. I feel sorry for them.
So now I bet you are wondering...what exactly does he DO in his underwear for work?
Let's just say I have a very lucrative job as a quality control taste tester for a rat poison company.
Some claims to fame are I literally checked my cloths at the door with the coat check girl to a playboy mansion party once in California and I traded a pack of cigarettes for a $10,000 a night hotel room in Vegas.
So, if you've read this far I bet you are thinking:
This is a lot of bullshit....
Ok, you got me! I don't taste rat poison for a living.... the rest is true though.
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PS. I'll take your $50, so long as you've got enough to buy groceries for the rest of the week.
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