I guess I'm the only FE member with some ink.

Sign Language: Nope. Robette knows quite a bit, and she makes fun of my inability to learn it.

Tattoo: I've got the Hebrew characters for "Brother" on my shoulder. My brother and I both did it a while back, (got a Theology professor from RSU who operates a website making fun of people who get Hebrew tattoos that don't say anything remotely close to what they're supposed to to verify it and everything) and it serves as a good reminder that I need to continue to love him despite what a tard he can be.

Car Accident: Got rear-ended during my bachelor party, and rear-ended someone else a few years back because some retard decided to stop in the middle of the road for no reason while everybody behind him was accelerating out of a construction zone.

Aliens: This one's touchy. I'm inclined to believe that something's out there, but I lean towards the belief that it's something supernatural as opposed to intergalactic beings.

Phobia: A slight fear of glass breaking.

Language Proficiency: I took four years of German, and actually taught Spanish for a year, but I'm not fluent in either.

Broken Bone: Jury's out on this one. I certainly did a hell of a lot of things to my fingers during my basketball years, including several sprains and a massive dislocation that resulted in a permanently disfigured pinky, but never got anything x-rayed, so I don't know if I broke anything or not.

Lied about my age: It's the internet. Of course I have.

Instrument: I play the bass reasonably well, but due to my brain being the way it is, I have to learn each song individually from scratch, and can't carry the skill from one to the next. It's weird.

Fistfight: Only one, and it was impressive. I was fourteen or so, and fought this kid with bad acne, a lazy eye, a limp, and the rare combination of a compulsive need to insult everybody and a complete lack of talent for coming up with insults that were actually insulting. We both had a crush on the same girl (probably everybody in the class did, since she was the only one who had noticeably... "developed") and she liked me and not him. In a cruel twist of fate, I had absolutely no idea that she liked me, (and only found out about it after she moved away to Ontario), so this poor jerk not only was failing to get the girl, but was watching the girl hit on me and me not notice it, which probably drove him more than a little insane. Anyway, one day he's being a dick to me, and I decide I've had enough of it, so I tell him to shut up. He keeps talking. I tell him to shut up again. He keeps talking. I scream at him to SHUT THE HELL UP. He gets in my face and says, "Make me." So I made him. He went down after only one punch, and limped away at high speed. Six months later I found out the guy had severe multiple sclerosis, which totally cheapened the victory, and just goes to show that terminally ill people aren't nearly as nice as after-school specials would have you believe.