Had a job interview once with the CIA
Back in the day. They had two possible positions, both concerning Russian weaponry. In the natural order of things I would have become an expert on the details of warheads, missile delivery vehicles, and the like. In other words, the dream job for a 14-year-old. Trouble was, I was no longer 14 years old. Age and education had ruined me for the dream job. Maybe all lives are similar. With age comes maturity, and with maturity comes dotage, and with dotage comes B3ta.
(Perv With A Dog had his eyes pecked out by scrub jays on, Wed 12 Jun 2013, 0:44, 6 replies)

In other words you would have become a boring prick. Who would want to be stuck at a dinner party next to someone droning on about russian missile delivery vehicles?

( 2 Can Chunder Word to your mums, I came to prod bums, Wed 12 Jun 2013, 0:50, closed)

And I bet your supermodel wife is really shit in bed as well.

( Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Wed 12 Jun 2013, 7:03, closed)

The MASSIVE Drugs Don't Work.

( Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Wed 12 Jun 2013, 7:03, closed)

They had bugaboos about drugs and homosexuality
They asked a lot about drug use. Specifically, how many times had I ever smoked pot? EXACTLY how many times had I ever smoked pot? I did some calculations and came up with 24 times. Ever? EVER!

About a year later, before the review process had even really started, some unknown person called up at 6 a.m. and shouted peremptorily over the phone: "How many times have you EVER smoked pot?" "Twenty-four," I replied sleepily, and hung up.

Initial review took about two years. By that time, though, and before the serious vetting was to start, I had moved on.
(Perv With A Dog had his eyes pecked out by scrub jays on, Wed 12 Jun 2013, 23:19, closed)