Well?



I'd choose either The Lord of the Rings trilogy (books not films), or the Harry Potter books.

Wanna test me on the Harry Potter books? Go ahead...

My specialist subject would be being a lazy bastard

I don't have a specialist subject tbh. I look at things when they appear, and if they interest me I'll play with them for a bit or try to fathom the information, etc. I'll throw in my 2p's worth then move on.

I probably know a little tiny bit about a lot of things

I don't know I think my arse might be talking aloud again I need food and caffeine, I've only had half a packet of DIgestives all day...my specialist subject could be biscwits

The Anatomy And Essential Physiology Of The Horse.

*Da-da-da-da-daaaa-da *

diamondgeezer wrote:
I have none either, but to have that much remembered knowledge of the Lord of The Rings is impressive.

And will most likely read them off and on all my life,may be my all time favorite for the memories when I first read them,but retaining things about the books is hard for me

I actually had this convo with my OH recently, and we couldn't decide. Hubby knows quite a bit about military history, so he'd probably go for that, but I wouldn't say I had really in-depth knowledge of anything (although my general knowledge is quite good). I guess I'd have to choose from subjects such as tea & tea-making, the TV programme Doctors on BBC1, Regency romance novels and whinging!

Mandy

I think I'd probably pick zoology.

Good question. I think I would have to go with erm...damn..

Tough one.

I would have to study for this one. How about the films of Oliver Stone.

quantum physics or fluid dynamics

how to piss the cops off, or 101 ways to get thrown out of walmart

didnt realize they had a tv show like this...opened this up thinkin they turned that board game 'mastermind' into a tv show... oh well *sulks back out*

I notice that no-one so far has chosen David Icke as their specialist subject...

Mandy

StarsChildren wrote:
What do you have to do to get chucked from Walmart? I've tried many things in my local Asda but the dumb arses keep letting me back in.

*prepares to take notes from the legend*

I got thrown out of Asda a couple of years ago for being 'drunk and disorderly'

...can't remember exactly what I did...

In answer to the op, 'Innuendo and Politically Incorrect Seventies Sit-coms'.

The aerodynamic properties of slugs.

Ab Origine wrote:

1. Hide in clothes racks and jump out screaming at people (over and over again... and when the manager comes to get you, do the same to him and then hang on to the clothes rack as he tries to remove you from the store)
2. Ride the toys, electronic toys, (cars, horses, ships, etc...) at the front of the store repeatedly...also employ screaming that you can't stop the thing.
3. Try on bras and thongs in the lingerie department (literally IN the lingerie department, forgo going to the dressing room, and put them on over your clothes and ask people at random how it looks)
4. Take shopping carts for the express purpose of filling them and stranding them at strategic locations
5. Set all the alarm clocks to go off at ten minute intervals throughout the day
6. Challenge other customers to duels with tubes of gift wrap
7. Contaminate the entire auto department by sampling all the spray air fresheners
8. Walk up to an employee and tell him in an official tone, "I think we've got a Code 3 in Housewares," and see what happens
9. Play with the automatic doors
10. Ride a display bicycle through the store; claim you're taking it for a test drive

Need I go on?

Thank you, stars. I bow at the feet of a true master. I've just been sticking my penis in their automated tellers so far. More for pleasure than anything else, tbh.

I shall test out your suggestions, forthwith.

I've just realised I'm an expert at nothing. Nothing at all.

However, I can add to the Walmart / Asda escapades.

When my son was younger, he'd shriek like a banshee when I placed him in the trolley seats, incurring murderous glares in my direction from many fellow-shoppers. So when I was sick of that, I'd release him, and try pushing the trolley with one hand, while holding the scruff of his neck with the other. He'd invariably squirm free sooner or later, and sprint off round corners at the speed of a whippet.

Whenever I'd locate the little sod, he'd be grazing on doughnuts and other sugar and E number-laden delicacies - jam in his hair, cheeks stuffed in hamster-like fashion, and pockets also bulging. Sometmes, he'd already have been apprehended by staff, and I'd just arrive in time to hear him informing them things like, "Me mum'll thump you".

I also once had an excellent mongrel which often arrived home with a large pork pie or a string of sausages hanging from its mouth, and an Asda security man in hot pursuit.

Thats my kind of mongrel Gilly. Did they prosecute it?

...and of course you're an expert on something...everyone is. You just haven't remembered what your specialist subject is yet

No, but they banned him and threatened to report him to the dog warden. He chose to ignore the ban, because he had selective hearing.

He was superb - half lurcher, half golden lab (so quite large) and used to 'hide' behind lamp-posts with his eyes shut when he saw you coming to drag him home