Tell Blatant Lies About....Yourself

I regularly put the needle of a bicycle pump in the tip of my wiener and pump away to gain immediate and impressive size. I can only hold the air in for a couple of minutes, however, until I deflate like a balloon, embarrassing sounds and all. No, I can't make balloons animals out of it. Except a snake. I can do a snake.
 
No. I bought 37,917 cases in 1993 so I'd never run out. I've been drinking it 5 nights a week ever since.

(I don't have a fucking clue lol)
Drank way too much of it myself. I had to go into rehab to get cured off the Z.

(Never touched the stuff, but I don't have a fucking clue either. :ROFLMAO:)
 
Steven Spielberg got the idea for Close Encounters of the Third Kind from me after I shared my abduction story with him at a benefit dinner. I'm just glad he didn't write the 37 anal probes into the storyline. Might have been too much for audiences...

I still walk funny.
 
I am the new owner of the Washington. . . whatever we're calling the Washington Football Team this week. :p

I'm saving myself for marriage. And I'm a proud Trump supporter.
"Married people are the only people who don't believe in premarital sex. Because, see, it doesn't include them." -- Jeff Foxworthy
 
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