I saw what you did!
And, I know who you are!
I played the part of the Tardis in the first 5 series of Dr. Who.
Damned, ninja’d!
I’m Spartacus
I’ve nearly perfected a method for restoring cloned dinosaurs to the world. I’m thinking of introducing them just outside Belfast and Tehran.
I have to take seconds after dinner every night, or I get too thin.
I am [del]Spartacus[/del] Cecil Adams.
I am Cecil Adams’ father’s brother’s nephew’s cousin’s former roommate.
I’m Elvis. And I’m still in the building.
After Lance Armstrong was stripped of his titles in the Tour de France for use of performance-enhancing substances, I was declared to be the winner as I was one of the few ‘clean’ cyclists in the sport at that time.
-“BB”-.
The Secret Service recently paid me a quadloon of dollars for my invisibility formula.
I have never made a mistake in my entire life.
I am authorized by the governments of the United Nations to destroy all gophers.
Unlike the dog, my flatulence has no odour.
My flatulence smells of roses and orange blossoms.
I once taught a dog how to be flatulent.
I’ve trade marked the letter “X” so anytime anyone uses that letter they have to pay me 5 cents in royalties. That’s how I got enough money to buy Twitter.
I’m being completely honest
I own a Trebuchet.
I used to use it for Commuting.
I was once hit by a meteorite, but it only landed on my toe, so it wasn’t too bad.
Real story: my best friend in first through third grades made up all of these grandiose, crazy stories about himself, which I, being a naive little kid, happily believed. The above was one that he swore to me was true. Seth, if you’re actually a Doper now, I may have just outed you as being a pathological liar when you were seven years old.