Tell Blatant Lies About....Yourself

In a past life I had sex in the Alexandria Library.

We didn't have webcams back then, but there is a heiroglyphic of it
 
I had to stop teaching at the Sorbonne because Madame la Professeure Dubois complained about all the students visiting my office. I told her that I had enough love for everyone, but jealousy overcame her, poor woman.
 
I was abducted by aliens. They sent me back after i kept insising on more butt probes.

Oh wait, these are supposed to be lies...my bad
 
My feet have a genetic defect where their sweat produces an odor similar to vanilla and cinnamon.
 
Many people say I have "Popeye forearms". It's probably from all the mastur...err....spinach. It's probably from all the spinach I eat.
 
Most of the girls who work in my club are cousins of mine.

Not sisters...no, that's too close...but cousins...yeah, cousins.
 
I have a collection of M&Ms that I've been keeping aside since 1998.
One every New Years day.
 
I was voted sexiest man on the Lit Playground 8 weeks in a row. Of course, the voting was done each week at 1 AM on Monday morning when I was literally the only one logged in, but I fail to see how that has any relevance.
 
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