Hi, my name is John (but I'll still answer to beldar). Some of you already know me, and some of you don't. So how do I entertain both groups, while giving you an insight into me
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Cool! I figured out "pop rocks" once I got to the sensation on your tongue! I have a friend who HATES them, so it is fun to give her those Oreo-like cookies that have pop rocks or something similar in the creme and tell her that they are Oreos and watch her when she eats them.
Pop rocks are fun! i'm also glad that you will respond to "Beldar." I'm not fond of the name "John" (though I love the name Jonathan - and have since I was little).
My grandpa was named John and he was okay, until he started getting sick (but lying to us about it) and then one time was extremely violent to us.
My uncle was named John, had schizophrenia and died when I was in middle school. I was scared of him the last time I saw him.
I had this guy named John in my elementary classes that was just TERRIBLE to me. I couldn't stand the guy.
I've had some good Johns in my life as well. However, they always end up being called something different or they get their First and Middle or First and Last name, it seems. There was only one person I was ever comfortable simply calling "John," and I didn't do it often at all . . . I still remember using his last name.
I'm named after my grandfather -- a tough old sunovagun, so I'm told, who was the first sheriff of his county in Nebraska. That point of pride aside, I've had to come to terms with carrying the most common boy's name in Christendom (or at least was when I was born), being named after the toilet or a prostitute's customer, and that old joke about how I "must get a lot of 'Dear John' letters (actually did get one once, she made sure to point that out in the P.S.). I don't like being called Jonathan as it is not my name, and comes from a different Hebrew root
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Thanks for reading!
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My grandpa was named John and he was okay, until he started getting sick (but lying to us about it) and then one time was extremely violent to us.
My uncle was named John, had schizophrenia and died when I was in middle school. I was scared of him the last time I saw him.
I had this guy named John in my elementary classes that was just TERRIBLE to me. I couldn't stand the guy.
I've had some good Johns in my life as well. However, they always end up being called something different or they get their First and Middle or First and Last name, it seems. There was only one person I was ever comfortable simply calling "John," and I didn't do it often at all . . . I still remember using his last name.
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