What's the point? No, I don't lie on here. Freedom of expression.

Mine is a bit different I guess. I was In Vietnam as combat Infantry. As you might expect the going was always rough. When the going got really rough we were told to just grunt & keep going. They called us " grunts".
So I use the name grunt425. Apr. 25th 1967, was the day I was wounded. Works for me.
Not walked, but out riding my 4 wheeler ATV, in the boonies. Came upon a car parked in a spot that gets frequent use I expect ( now ). Car was blocking most of the road ( dirt ). I managed to barely get by, but looked over in the car, she was on her knees going down on him, They never knew I went by. I laugh every time I think about that.