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All about me
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posts : 13 (Beginner)Date : 06-29-04 10:33All about me
He is a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. He has been known to remodel train stations on his lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. He translates ethnic slurs for refugees, he writes award-winning operas, and manages time efficiently. Occasionally, he treads water for three days in a row.
He woos women with his sensuous and godlike trombone playing, he can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and cooks ...
He woos women with his sensuous and godlike trombone playing, he can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and cooks ...
He is a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. He has been known to remodel train stations on his lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. He translates ethnic slurs for refugees, he writes award-winning operas, and manages time efficiently. Occasionally, he treads water for three days in a row.
He woos women with his sensuous and godlike trombone playing, he can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and cooks thirty-minute brownies in twenty minutes. He is an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru. Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, he once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. He plays bluegrass cello, he has had trials with Manchester United, and is the subject of numerous documentaries.
When he's bored, he builds large suspension bridges in his garden. He enjoys urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, after work, he repairs electrical appliances free of charge.
He is an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie.
Critics worldwide swoon over his original line of corduroy evening wear. He doesn't perspire. He is a private citizen, yet receives fan mail. He has appeared on Through the Keyhole and won the gold plaque. Last summer he toured Eastern Europe with a travelling centrifugal-force demonstration. He runs the 100 metres in 9.65 secs. His deft floral arrangements have earned him fame in international botany circles.
Children trust him.
He can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. He once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. He knows the exact location of every food item in the supermarket. He has performed several covert operations for the CIA. He sleeps once a week; when he does sleep, he sleeps in a chair. While on vacation in Canada, he successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. The laws of physics do not apply to him.
He balances, he weaves, he dodges, he frolics, and his bills are all paid. On weekends, to let off steam, he participates in full-contact origami. Years ago he discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down.
He has made extraordinary four course meals using only some tic-tacs and a Bunsen burner. He breeds prize winning clams.
He has won bullfights in Madrid, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and chess competitions at the Kremlin. He has played Hamlet, he has performed open-heart surgery, and he has spoken with Elvis.
Yes ladies and gentlemen...IT'S TOPPER!!!!
...and one day he'll tell the truth...
He woos women with his sensuous and godlike trombone playing, he can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and cooks thirty-minute brownies in twenty minutes. He is an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru. Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, he once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. He plays bluegrass cello, he has had trials with Manchester United, and is the subject of numerous documentaries.
When he's bored, he builds large suspension bridges in his garden. He enjoys urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, after work, he repairs electrical appliances free of charge.
He is an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie.
Critics worldwide swoon over his original line of corduroy evening wear. He doesn't perspire. He is a private citizen, yet receives fan mail. He has appeared on Through the Keyhole and won the gold plaque. Last summer he toured Eastern Europe with a travelling centrifugal-force demonstration. He runs the 100 metres in 9.65 secs. His deft floral arrangements have earned him fame in international botany circles.
Children trust him.
He can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. He once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. He knows the exact location of every food item in the supermarket. He has performed several covert operations for the CIA. He sleeps once a week; when he does sleep, he sleeps in a chair. While on vacation in Canada, he successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. The laws of physics do not apply to him.
He balances, he weaves, he dodges, he frolics, and his bills are all paid. On weekends, to let off steam, he participates in full-contact origami. Years ago he discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down.
He has made extraordinary four course meals using only some tic-tacs and a Bunsen burner. He breeds prize winning clams.
He has won bullfights in Madrid, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and chess competitions at the Kremlin. He has played Hamlet, he has performed open-heart surgery, and he has spoken with Elvis.
Yes ladies and gentlemen...IT'S TOPPER!!!!
...and one day he'll tell the truth...
re: All about me
Oh boy, Topper's really lost it now...
Flatmate's rather negative take on my CV...bit harsh
He isn't a dynamic figure, often not seen scaling walls and
crushing ice. He has been known to remodel train
stations on his lunch breaks causing the deaths of thousands
of commuters but making them more
efficient in the area of blue-tack stickyness. He doesn't translates
ethnic slurs for refugees, or write award-winning
operas and never manages time efficiently. Occasionally, he
doesn't treads water for three days in a row but does almost drown.
He scares women, he can't pilot ...
crushing ice. He has been known to remodel train
stations on his lunch breaks causing the deaths of thousands
of commuters but making them more
efficient in the area of blue-tack stickyness. He doesn't translates
ethnic slurs for refugees, or write award-winning
operas and never manages time efficiently. Occasionally, he
doesn't treads water for three days in a row but does almost drown.
He scares women, he can't pilot ...
He isn't a dynamic figure, often not seen scaling walls and
crushing ice. He has been known to remodel train
stations on his lunch breaks causing the deaths of thousands
of commuters but making them more
efficient in the area of blue-tack stickyness. He doesn't translates
ethnic slurs for refugees, or write award-winning
operas and never manages time efficiently. Occasionally, he
doesn't treads water for three days in a row but does almost drown.
He scares women, he can't pilot bicycles up severe inclines with
unflagging speed, and makes thirty-minute brownies into
stuff that looks like crap. He isn't an expert in stucco, or a veteran
in love, and in Peru they have never heard of him. Using only a hoe
and a large glass of water, he once single-handedly destroyed
a small village in the Amazon Basin so enraging the locals that they
covered him in a horde of ferocious army ants. He plays crass cello,
he hasn't had trials with Manchester United, and isn't the subject
of numerous documentaries.
When he's bored, he lies in puddles of mud. He enjoys urban flashing.
On Wednesdays, after work, he destroys electrical
appliances free of charge.
He isn't an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, or a
ruthless bookie.
Critics worldwide swear over his original line of
brown corduroy evening wear. He does perspire. He isn't a
private citizen, yet receives hate mail. He hasn't
appeared on Through the Keyhole but did win a wooden
spoon. Last summer he toured Market street with a
travelling smell. He runs
the 100 metres in 1hr 9.65 secs. His deft floral
arrangements have earned him gay status in international
botany circles.
Children cry and run away from him.
He can hurl tennis rackets when trying to hit a tennis ball.
He once read I don't want a bath, Mary hates washing
and Spot the dog in one day and still had
time to demolish an entire washing line before dinner.
He knows the exact location of every beer item in the
supermarket. He hasn't performed several covert
operations for the CIA. He sleeps once a week for a year; when he
does sleep, he sleeps in a very big chair that's more like a bed.
While on vacation in
Canada, he successfully negotiated with a group of
terrorists to let him go and screw the other hostages.
He thinks that the laws of physics do not apply to him.
He balances, he weaves, he dodges, he frolics, and falls on his face
every time. On weekends, to let off steam, he
gets very drunk and abuses radio presenters. Years ago he
discovered the meaning of something but forgot to write it
down.
He hasn't made extraordinary four course meals using only
some tic-tacs and a Bunsen burner but he does make an
incredible mess. He breeds prize
winning boils.
He hasn't won bullfights in Madrid but spent a year in hospital
trying,
cliff-diving competitions almost killed him in Sri Lanka, and he was
inadequate at chess competitions in the Kremlin. He hasn't played
Hamlet,
he hasn't performed open-heart surgery, and he hasn't spoken with
Elvis.
Yes ladies and gentlemen...it's Topper
crushing ice. He has been known to remodel train
stations on his lunch breaks causing the deaths of thousands
of commuters but making them more
efficient in the area of blue-tack stickyness. He doesn't translates
ethnic slurs for refugees, or write award-winning
operas and never manages time efficiently. Occasionally, he
doesn't treads water for three days in a row but does almost drown.
He scares women, he can't pilot bicycles up severe inclines with
unflagging speed, and makes thirty-minute brownies into
stuff that looks like crap. He isn't an expert in stucco, or a veteran
in love, and in Peru they have never heard of him. Using only a hoe
and a large glass of water, he once single-handedly destroyed
a small village in the Amazon Basin so enraging the locals that they
covered him in a horde of ferocious army ants. He plays crass cello,
he hasn't had trials with Manchester United, and isn't the subject
of numerous documentaries.
When he's bored, he lies in puddles of mud. He enjoys urban flashing.
On Wednesdays, after work, he destroys electrical
appliances free of charge.
He isn't an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, or a
ruthless bookie.
Critics worldwide swear over his original line of
brown corduroy evening wear. He does perspire. He isn't a
private citizen, yet receives hate mail. He hasn't
appeared on Through the Keyhole but did win a wooden
spoon. Last summer he toured Market street with a
travelling smell. He runs
the 100 metres in 1hr 9.65 secs. His deft floral
arrangements have earned him gay status in international
botany circles.
Children cry and run away from him.
He can hurl tennis rackets when trying to hit a tennis ball.
He once read I don't want a bath, Mary hates washing
and Spot the dog in one day and still had
time to demolish an entire washing line before dinner.
He knows the exact location of every beer item in the
supermarket. He hasn't performed several covert
operations for the CIA. He sleeps once a week for a year; when he
does sleep, he sleeps in a very big chair that's more like a bed.
While on vacation in
Canada, he successfully negotiated with a group of
terrorists to let him go and screw the other hostages.
He thinks that the laws of physics do not apply to him.
He balances, he weaves, he dodges, he frolics, and falls on his face
every time. On weekends, to let off steam, he
gets very drunk and abuses radio presenters. Years ago he
discovered the meaning of something but forgot to write it
down.
He hasn't made extraordinary four course meals using only
some tic-tacs and a Bunsen burner but he does make an
incredible mess. He breeds prize
winning boils.
He hasn't won bullfights in Madrid but spent a year in hospital
trying,
cliff-diving competitions almost killed him in Sri Lanka, and he was
inadequate at chess competitions in the Kremlin. He hasn't played
Hamlet,
he hasn't performed open-heart surgery, and he hasn't spoken with
Elvis.
Yes ladies and gentlemen...it's Topper
