This one we are going to have a little fun with....Everyone needs some fun.
When we were young and learning to count we would count by useing our fingers. One, two, three.....It was great we made it to 10. It wasn't long after that we learned that if we take our shoes off we could count higher. Eleven, twelve....all the way to 20. We are so smart. Then the guys realized that they could even get smarter pull down there pants and get 21....ok so some might only get 20 and 1/2 but we aren't going there.
I must have been born smart, because I can get to 21 without pulling down my pants. Know I am going to tell you a secret and please don't tell no one its just between us...ok? I have 11 toes. Yes I do, someday I will try to post a picture.
It is neat and strange in its own little way, I have 6 toes on my left foot. My left foot is over a inch longer than my right foot and is wider as well. This next part I find a little strange but never question it so maybe you all can help me out here. On my left foot the second two is longer than my big toe, however on my right foot the big toe is longer than my second toe.
My toes on my left foot three are normal and the small three are web togeather. Have you ever heard the expersion today we are going to step on a few toes, to me that always meant I was going to get my toes stepped on one more time than anyone else.
When people learn of my toes they first ask to see them, so I take off my shoe and show them. Then comes the wonderful question, How did that happen?
When I first went into the Army and taking my first physcical a doctor looked at my toes and even asked how did that happen.
The real answer is I was born that way, so here is the fun part and I hope you have fun with it.......
Write a answer to the question how did this happen, you can wrtie a story or just a brief comment, think about it and have some fun with and next time someone asks me how did it happen, I just might use one of your answers.

Do I have a ride for you today.....
Theres a gravel road that's just outside of town, it's called roller coaster road.
4 hills that you can't see over the top. No major bumps but the hills are a blast. First time I went down that road I was in a 64 or 65 Ford Mustang convertable, we had the top down and the radio up and we were doing over 70 miles an hour. Not a real smart thing to do on a gravel road. We got to the end of the road and what did we do....we turned around and did it again.
The neat thing about this road is there are no houses there its just a road.
Like a short cut from one gravel road to another. I was thinking about that road the other day and its been a few years since I went down it. The best time to do is after sunsets and the moon is out, do it in the summer and have the windows rolled down. I will tell you a secret if you promise not to tell. When you get to the bottom of the second hill ( the one on the middle)
stop and turn south there is a old path there that you follow a short way,
Turn your lights off and you will soon find make out point. Its not a point that over looks anything its just a spot were no one is going to find you, there is more than enough room so more than one couple parks there.
It was getting close to graduation and I had a friend whos name was Angie.
I never really ever thought about taking her out you see her older brother and my older brother were best friends and we or at least I was afraid to ask Angie out because if our brothers found out we would never hear the end of it.
Angie and I were setting by each other in class one day and everyone was talking about roller coaster road. I made the comment that Angie and I had never gone down roller coaster road, and she said that if we go done roller coaster road we had to stop at make out point. That did it, date or drive was set. The day finally came we got into the pickup and got ready to go.
(I shared the pickup with my younger brother). We got to roller coaster road and off we went, I had the truck floored we were doing well over 65 miles an hour. Windows rolled down and the radio turned on. We did all four hills, we got to the end and we were laughing. Angie told me that we missed our turn to make out point and that we would have to go back. Oh I was ready, I made the comment whats going to happen when our brothers find out about us, she said they could only give us a hard time, So I turn the truck around and started down the first hill picking up speed all of a sudden the engine begins to spudder and it stalled on me I was able to stop the truck....I knew what was wrong.....I was out of gas, how could this happen well the gas gauge was broken and my brother was the last to drive and he didn't put gas in the truck.
Angie asked what was wrong and I told her we were out of gas. She told me that was the dummest excuse she ever heard, you run out of gas where you plan on making out not in the middle of the road. I got out of the truck and got the gas can out and started walking back to town. Angie got out and I think right there she new I wasn't jokeing about the gas. So we walked 5 miles to town got to the gas station, she called one of her friends to pick her up while I filled the can with gas. I went inside to pay for the gas, Angie friend showed up and they we getting ready to leave when my brother and his friend showed up. They saw me with the gas can and knew what had happened. They asked me if I wanted I ride back to the truck as I watched Angie ride away with her friend. I took the gas can and walked back to the truck.........
Today I think I will head on out to roller coaster road and enjoy my ride!
Should I see who is at make out point?

I did not know that rats and mice are unable to burp or fart, ok pass gas in any form. With that in mind rats and mice have better manners than some males. The manner thing has nothing to do with where I am going with this thing. That was just a thought. Because rats and mice are unable to pass gas it is true that you can kill them by giving them beer to drink. I guess the way it works is they drink beer get gas build up and it kills them.
Lets think about it for a minute....Theres the mouse trap, eat cheese and get smacked somewhere on your body.....Rat or mice poision it eats your insides making you unable to eat or drink .... Now theres beer, drink get a buzz and die. Out of those three ways to go I think I would choose death by beer.
Now this has me wondering If a guy is unable to fart or burp would beer cause him to have a gas build up that could kill him.......
For tonights experement ladies you need one male, a cork that fits in his butt, duck tape to tape mouth and nose ( warning make sure not to put on to tight my cause sufication) iv or some type of way to deliver beer to system. Oh dont forget beer. Steps.. plug butt, tape mouth and nose and begin the flow of beer....
If this doesn't work just think he will only have a huge hangover in the morning.

Listion to the radio as I drive these lonely streets tonight.......

See the stone set in your eyes
see the thorn twist in your side
I wait for you

Sleight of hand and twist of fate
On a bed of nails she makes me wait
And I wait without you

Through the storm we reach the shore
You give it all but I want more
And I'm waiting for you

With or without you
With or without you
I can't live
With or without you

And you give yourself away
And you give yourself away
And you give
And you give
And you give yourself away

My hands are tied
My body bruised, shes got me with
Nothing to win and
Nothing to lose

And you give yourself away
And you give yourself away
And you give
And you give
And you give yourself away

With or without you
With or without you
I can't live
With or without you

With or without you
With or without you
I can't live
With or without you
With or without you

SONG; WITH OR WITHOUT YOU BY: U2

I'm just going to keep driving on and on down this lonely road tonight...

warning may not be that fun...Just thought I would put that in there.

I have been in three car wrecks.....does't count hitting deer, done that twice
All three times I was the driver.....
All three cars I was driving were totaled.....
In all three wrecks I didn't even get a scratch on me.....
The other three drivers were all drunk....

I wrecked more times on my bikecycle than I have a car.....
I ran into a parked pickup with its tailgate down I ended up in the bed of the truck.
I have gone over the top of my handle bars twice, once was on a two seater bike and I was on the back seat.
Never broke a bone......
I could tell you about some other wrecks but I leave you with this thought
THEY LET ME DRIVE A SCHOOL BUS!