Tell Blatant Lies About....Yourself

I mess up the cans on the supermarket shelf right after the stock people fix them.
 
I went out once with Michael B Jordan (before he was famous). We went to dinner at a kind of hole-in-the-wall Italian place where he seemed rude to the waiter. He was probably not as nice as the the gnome that BrendaD dated.

Hmmm ... if all of it a blatent lie? Or just a part of it?
 
When I go to the islands the nice ladies on the beach always offer to braid my back and shoulder hair with beads and shells.
 
I am an absolute sex god with the body of a professional bodybuilder, the stamina of a racehorse and the athletic grace of a sprinter on performance enhancing drugs.
 
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