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Well, for one my name is Tim.I am from Houston, Texas. My best friends are Brittany and Talena. Click on their picture on the right to be wisked away to there pages. Well leave a comment and let me know what you think! Remember to alway have fun, make friends, and find and advnture!!

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2005-04-16 - 11:56 a.m.

Your Brain is 53.33% Female, 46.67% Male

Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female You are both sensitive and savvy Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve

You Are 27 Years Old

27 Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

I think this one says it the best

Your Seduction Style: The Natural

You don't really try to seduce people... it just seems to happen. Fun loving and free spirited, you bring out the inner child in people. You are spontaneous, sincere, and unpretentious - a hard combo to find! People drop their guard around you, and find themselves falling fast.

You Are 50% Normal (Somewhat Normal)

While some of your behavior is quite normal... Other things you do are downright strange You've got a little of your freak going on But you mostly keep your weirdness to yourself

You Are Very Honest

You tell it like it is, no matter what. Even if the truth hurts, you'll dish it out. And while some may get hurt by your honesty... At least everyone knows where you stand!

You Are 80% Psychic

You are so very psychic. But you already predicted that, didn't you? You have "the gift" - and you use it daily to connect with others. You're very tapped into the world around you... Just make sure to use your powers for good!

Your EQ is

147 50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick! 51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese. 71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely. 91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that. 111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt. 131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin. 150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar.

You are 47% Leo

You Are A Social Butterfly

You love your friends so much... You're motto is "the more, the merrier"! Making sure everyone's included is your mission And you always prefer a group of ten to a group of two

You Are Bold And Brave

But daring? Not usually? You tend to like to make calculated risks. So while you may not be base jumping any time soon... You are up for whatever's new and (a little) exciting!

You Have Fantastic Karma

You are a kind, sensitive, and giving person. And all your good deeds will pay off - if they haven't already. But you're not so concerned with what you get in return anyway. You have an innate caring nature - and nothing can change that!

You Are As Cool As They Come

(You are more dramatic than 10% of the population.) Rational and relaxed, no one could accuse you of being dramatic. You roll with the punches, and nothing ever gets you too worked up. You are able to maintain perspective and see the big picture. And even if you're emotional inside, you don't let it show. You're great at keeping it together, and you're rewarded for that. People see you as an ideal friend, employee, and partner.

You Know You're From Houston When...

You're on your way to work one February morning and suddenly you're trapped in a traffic jam caused by a chuck wagon and fifty horses -- with riders -- and you look around to see that everybody in the cars around you is wearing a cowboy hat. The "farm-to-market" roads have seven lanes. If you want to be a snob about your grocery shopping, you can go to a Randall's Flagship, a Kroger Signature, a Rice Epicurean, or soon, an HEB Central Market to buy bread and milk (but you have to dress up!) You have to turn on the air conditioning in January, two days after a low of 29 degrees. You have a Roach Story: You opened your flatware drawer to find a roach the size of the Taco Bell chihuahua. He stood up and looked you in the eye. You closed the drawer, bought new flatware -- and stored it in the oven. When you see your neighbor dancing around the front yard, you don't think he's won the Publisher's Clearinghouse Sweepstakes; you know he just stepped in a fire ant bed. The name "Bud Adams" makes people snarl, and "Bum Phillips" doesn't mean a bad screwdriver. "Luv ya Blue" still makes you smile, even if you did run the Oilers out of town. You know that the Astrodome will always be the Eighth Wonder of the World. You come to work in short-sleeves and walk out at noon to find that a "blue-tailed norther" has blown through, and the temperature has dropped 40 degrees in a matter of minutes. Your neighbor's Christmas yard decorations look like a re-creation of the gunfight at the OK Corral, complete with a ten-foot tree decorated with boots and cowboy hats, and a Santa Claus who looks a lot like Wyatt Earp. You wander into a section of town where you can't read the street signs because they're written in Asian characters instead of English, but you don't care because you can get great prices on fake designer merchandise there. You go to an art festival on Westheimer and you're almost run down by two cross-dressers on roller blades, holding hands. The "Killer Bees" are not stinging insects. You hear everything but English spoken when you go to the Galleria to window-shop. You know that "Dad gummit" has nothing to do with your father's failure to practice good dental hygiene. You think "Y'all" is perfectly good usage if you're referring to more than one person. For a Chili Cookoff, you'll use anything from armadillo to frog's legs, but you know that the only GOOD chili is made with chopped -- not ground -- beef, and it has NO beans and NO tomatoes. Spring is not the season, Katy is not the lady, and 1960 is not the year. Society matrons of "a certain age" still sport big hair, and faces that have gone east, west, and north rather than south. You can leave your house, head out of town, and an hour later you still haven't left the city limits. (During rush hour, you haven't left your neighborhood.) You've never seen I-45 in any condition other than under-construction -- and you've lived here for 20-30 years. If the humidity is below 90 percent, it's a good hair day. You know that "Clutch City" has nothing to do with automobile transmissions. "The Dream" is not a fantasy. The only real Mexican food is Tex-Mex. A 747 with the Space Shuttle riding piggyback has actually flown low, right overhead, and nobody paid any attention to it. You know that while saving you money, "Mattress Mac" has amassed more than the U.S. Treasury has. You're happy to have beaten Los Angeles out of a football team, but you'd rather that they keep the title of "Smog Capital." You see nothing unusual about an 80-something former sheriff's deputy who wears a white pompadour toupee and blue sunglasses, mispronounces names, allows televising of his frequent plastic surgeries, seems unnaturally obsessed with slime in the ice machine, and screams, "MAR-VIN ZIND-ler, EYE-witness news" into a television camera every night. "Luv Ya Blue" still makes you smile, even if you did run the Oilers out of town. You wander into a section of town where you can't read the street signs because they're written in Korean instead of English, but you don't care because you can get great prices on fake designer merchandise and great food. You think y'all is a perfectly good word when you're referring to more than one person. You see nothing unusual about an eighty-something former sheriff's deputy who wears a white pompadour toupee and blue sun-glasses, mispronounces names, allows televising of his frequent plastic surgeries, seems unnaturally obsessed with slime in the ice machine, and screams "MAR-VIN ZIND-ler, iiiiiiii-witness news" into a television. You see your neighbor dancing around the front yard, and you don't think he's won the Publisher's Clearing House Sweepstakes; you know that he just stepped in a fire ant bed. You're on your way to work one FEBRUARY morning and suddenly you're trapped in a traffic jam caused by a chuck wagon and fifty horses with riders and you look around to see that everybody in the cars around you is wearing a cowboy hat. You have to turn on the air conditioning in January, two days after a low of 29 degrees. The name "Bud Adams" makes people snarl, and "Bum Phillips" doesn't mean a bad screwdriver. You come to work in short sleeves and walk out at noon to find that a "blue-tailed norther" has blown through and the temperature has dropped 40 degrees in a matter of minutes. You go to an art festival on Westheimer and you're almost run down by two hand- holding cross dressers on roller blades. For a Chili Cookoff, you'll use anything from armadillo to frog's legs, but you know that the only GOOD chili is made with chopped (not ground)- beef, and it has NO beans and NO tomatoes. You know that Spring is not the season, Katy is not the lady, and 1960 is not the year. You know that Society matrons of "a certain age" still sport big hair and faces that have gone east, west, and north rather than south. You can leave your house, head out of town, and an hour later you still haven't left the city limits (during rush hour, you haven't left your NEIGHBORHOOD). You've never seen I-45 in any condition other than under construction, and you've lived here for 20-30 years. You think that the humidity being below 90 percent makes it a GOOD hair day. You know that "Clutch City" has nothing to do with automobile transmissions. The Dream" is not a fantasy. The only REAL Mexican food is Tex-Mex. You've seen a 747 with a Space Shuttle riding piggyback flying low right overhead, and nobody paid any attention to it. You know that while saving you money, "Mattress Mac" has amassed more than the U.S. treasury. You're happy to have beaten Los Angeles out of a football team, but you'd rather they keep the title of "Smog Capital." You know that the Astrodome will always be the 8th wonder of the world. You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Houston.