LOL Moyer that is exactly why I never want to buy a used car, because some people may have been successful. LOL 

Answer the following

• Favorite movie: Forrest Gump
• Favorite all time Comic Book Character: Superman
• Favorite vacation spot: Disneyland
• Place you would like to one day visit: Ireland
• Favorite book: hmm: The Hunt For Red October  or Private Parts
• Favorite song: "Troubled Times" by Fountains of Wayne
• Favorite musical group: The Eagles or Fountains of Wayne
• Favorite kind of food: Baby Back Ribs
• Favorite Animal/Pet: Rottweiller
• Hobbie: reading or watching movies
• Favorite TV show: The Sopranos
• Big city or Country: Country
• Favorite season: Summer
• From a big family or a small family: small
• Best kid memory:  Getting my Six Million Dollar Man action figure as a kid.  Wish I still had him.

I love this thread!! : )

Ok, Steve and Moyer have now officially taken us to the weirdest country yet...  but I can contribute at least one story on each subject, so why the heck not, this is thread for open flood gates after all.

Story 1: Bladder Control
Well, as you may or may not be aware, here in Sweden we have compulsory military service (though these days not as many have to do it, and they're aiming for even less)... anyway, this meant that I had to go to a sort of draft's office to do some physicals and other tests when I was in the final year of secondary high school. At any rate there was some test and stuff before noon, and then we had lunch, and then when we got back after lunch they said we were going to take a test. I felt the beginnings of a bladder situation starting up (hadn't really had time to go after lunch before we needed to get back), so I ask the officer in charge if I can visit the men's room swiftly before the test (and where it would be). He kindly informs me that we're due to leave urine samples after the test so better not, and I figure, ok, since I'm getting the notion that it'll be a brief test and then time for the urine sample.
Well, needless to say, I was wrong. The test was not brief. It was a lengthy test, well over an hour if not a even few, and in several parts. What had started out as small inkling of a need to visit the restroom grew to be more urgent with every passing moment and quite a bit of my mental focus was spent on holding everything in (and yes, painful is a good way of describing it). Anyways, eventually that too passed and we headed off to the area where the urine sampling was supposed to done. I grabbed a cup and headed in, but then only faced two new problems. First, needing that badly to go, and still when actually going focus on going nice and slow so as to being able to hit AND NOT overflow the meagre little cup, well... and act of will power I can tell you.  The second snag was that, normally when you've had to go for a while, finally going really makes you understand why they call it relieving oneself, there's almost euphoria involved. Only this time I'd held it in so long that the muscles around the bladder had somehow gone into some sort of stiff cramp, which meant that once I was done, everything just felt painful and weird because the muscles still tried to keep the bladder, which now had a different size and shape, in the same form.
Not my best experience.

Story 2: Stomach problems...
Well, my stomach has a tendency to act up on me once in a while, and during some periods in the past more than others. Never been fond of that feeling when you suddenly feel stricken in your abdomen and you realise that you need to head to the can NOW (or at least within the next five minutes or so), and you feel sweat pushing out on your brow as you head towards a facility. And it never gets better if that feeling happens when you just know there're no facilitities or time to use them in the near distance or future. One of the worst such memories was once when going back home (while still living with my parents some 35 kilometers outside of Göteborg) after having been in the city. I'd only just boarded the bus, a trip of a bout 50 minutes, when I got that "punch" in the abdomen. Needless to say neither those 50 minutes on the bus and or the 10 to 15 minutes walk home rank among my most pleasurable moments. In fact, at this point I can't recall whether I actually made the whole walk home or whether I made a skip and hop out into the forest somewhere along the way, but I think I may have made it all the way. And afterwards I was most definitely relieved.

Ah, the things we share in this thread... man o man.

"Sounds like fun David!!! 8 hours!!! Ouch!!! "

For a state that gets snow yearly, it was a brutal experience, the Gov. was out of town and instant panic set in. Looking back at it, just chalk it up to another blunder for the great state of RI. I miss summer already.

Jodi, that can would have come in handy that day, just wonder if it would have been big enough. LOL.

Dave.

I love this thread!! : )

You may NOT, Alex, after THIS anecdote -- a formulative one! 

I was probably ten or eleven, traveling to Niagara Falls with my paternal grandparents -- Mean Grandma, you know?  Probably a four hour drive from where we lived in Syracuse.  My dad and grandfather (who we kind of felt sorry for, married to HER) drove seperately, so it was me, my brother, my mother and Mean Grandma (we sometimes called her Grandma Bitch -- lots of love, right?)

I had to pee before we'd even hit Rochester, but Grandma wouldn't stop!  "We're making good time," she said.  "Just hold it!"

But I couldn't hold it -- I begged so bad for her to pull the car over and I'd run up the embankment and pee in the trees!  And then something happened that had never happened before -- because I had to pee so bad, I got... um... you know... down there... what was going ON with that thing? 

At one point, my mom turned around sympathetically and offered me a coke bottle to pee in, but I adamantly refused -- on the grounds that it was disgusting, not the truth, that I wouldn't be able to get myself into the bottle.

Finally -- FINALLY -- we came to a rest area (few and far between on the NY Thruway in those days) and I remember running to the bathroom, squeezing myself to keep from leeking while I ran, then I was unable to go when I got to the restroom.  It took me five minutes to relax enough to release...

Horrible pee story.