I had just parked my expensive European sports car in my driveway when some whippersnappers came round asking if I had any tasks they could do for money. I said “sure here’s some whitewash, paint the porch”
When I can back a few hours later they said “we’ve finished painting the porch. And by the way, nice Ferrari!”
I said “thanks boys” and paid them.
I have no sense of humor.
I have a Chocolate Monkey.
Which was given to me by Al Gore.
My great-great-great-great grandfather was Confederate colonel who fought at the battle of Antietam.
I got outbid at auction once for a Civil War relic that belonged to a Confederate colonel: a bandana that strangely had ragtime music notation scribbled across it from 35 years later. The item was listed as a Maple Leaf Rag.
I’m pretty pleased that this thread I started is doing so well.
Nice try, but I’m the one who started it.
I started it with my wife!
I know for sure that her name is Spartacus.
My wife’s first husband was Spartacus.
My wife’s second husband was Spartacus.
I am Spartacus !
My brother and I are both Spartaci.
I cloned many copies of Spartacus.
I talk to the trees.
I am not an intergalactic gladiator.
Spartacus and I collaborated on an epic science-fiction novel about the intergalactic vitamin industry, complete with mad scientists, giant ants, renegade robots, sinister aliens, beings from the forty-third dimension, a rock band that travels around helping people, gay vampire ghosts, and a juggling dog. We self-published it as a Kindle book.
I could never top that one.
My wife’s third hus…AHHH! Doper attack! Run away!
I’d like to read that book