So, this is where I'm supposed to tell you about myself.
Q: How tall are you?
A: I'm short.
Q: How old are you? A: I'm old.
You see how this is going, right?
Q: I WANT YOU! I SHALL MAKE YOU MINE!
My divorce was final in August of 2010 so, you know, YOU HAVE GREAT TIMING!
Please send your credentials including, but not limited to: a photo, nude photos, any username/passwords you have to pay-for-porn sites and maybe a short/long list of stuff you'd do to me.
Then we'll talk.
Q: Do you have kids?
A: I have two kids, a boy and a girl.
The girl is older.
This automatically makes the boy younger based on the law of physics and/or common sense and mabye some sort of 'Good Will Hunting' math shit.
Both are giant pains in the ass.
Q: What's up with the hand for your picture?
A: Not a fucking clue
And, yes, that's my hand in the banner.
Q: How many letter "O's" are there in Moooooog35? A: There are SIX letter "O's" in the name Moooooog35. No more, no less. Six. Unless I'm tired and I just do four. But six, definitely. Or four. But usually six.
Q: WTF is a Moooooog35, anyway? A: Moooooog35 is derived from one of the greatest Boston Bruins goalies of my lifetime, Andy Moog, who wore jersey #35.
I own an Andy Moog Bruins jersey, autographed by about 20 former Bruins, and it's about 20 years old. I love that shirt.
When Andy Moog made a save, the crowd would chant: "Moooooog".
Side note: Believe it or not, when I was getting that email address years ago, Moog35 was already taken...up to four letter 'O's.'
Now you know.
Q: So, what's 'midgetmanofsteel' then? A: Shit...Midgetmanofsteel, on the other hand, just really fits me to a T.
Q: You think you're great, don't you? A: Yes, I think I'm awesome.