The man they couldn't shoot, root, or electrocute...
 

G'day to all!

I'm a sort of misanthropic, unregenerate version of Ebenezer Scrooge, living in the hills above Melbourne, Australia with my two demanding German shepherd masters, Sam and Lochie.

My formal education ended, thank Christ, 42 years ago in 7th grade at a Christian Brother's concentration camp for boys when I finally got the guts to retaliate, punched the Head Brother on the nose, and got expelled.

From thereon I did just about anything you care to name to survive, legal or otherwise.

After much self-inflicted alcoholic melancholy for my first forty four years, sheer necessity finally forced me into sobering up and becoming what I had long loathed, and still do; a smarmy "successful business man" and “a pillar of society.” :cringe:

Still, in spite of my conditional acceptance (...if they knew my true history they wouldn't piss on me if I was on fire!) by artificially “decent” society, I'm proud to say that in my 65th year that I am still the sarcastic, slum-bred, anti-authoritarian guttersnipe who justifiably sat Brother Beadon on his fat paedophilic freckle.

People agreeing with causes me to go into a state of panic-stricken self-reflection. :grumpy:

Welcome Ol' Man. You sound like an interesting fellow.

Please don't punch me.

I'm considered a geriatric delinquent now, Superior Prattie! :sad:

I couldn't punch a tram ticket these days....:cry:

Interesting fellow from Australia...a rare combination. :D

Welcome to the board. Now bend over and get Tilted.

:thumbsup:

Well, Ol' Man, you can let it all hang out here. ;)

Interesting introduction.

To help make you feel comfortable, I shall of course disagree with you Right Now. It's the least I can do....

Nice to make your acquaintance. It will be nice to show the young unregenerates what a mature specimen is capable of.

Yep, I think we've found someone who just might work out on these boards. Degenerates welcome.

I think I'm just going to make it a point to stay off your lawn...

Wow. A kindred spirit. Long story, but my high school exit was expedited by punching the principal out cold. Missouri is "different."

I later got a college degree, though.

You're pretty funny. Welcome.