Lie about yourself

I’ve got you under my skin. Literally

I won the 2020 election. The deep state rigged everything against me.

I know the names and addresses of every single one of you. Now, “blackmail” is such an ugly word – I prefer “extortion.”

I am entirely caught up on my work and therefore entirely justified to be wasting time on message boards.

I never waste the company’s time by dawdling on-line during business hours. That’s just like stealing.

I owe my soul to the company store.

I did all of Tom Cruise’s stunts.

I own Bart Simpson’s soul. I think it’s somewhere in the basement, in a banker’s box on one of my home-made shelves. Maybe. I hope I never have to find it quickly, because I’d be screwed.

Ed Z. is selling me the Straight Dope franchise for $2 because he’s, “sick of the whole damn operation.”

I’m Batman.

And here I thought you were Spartacus! Odd – I’m never wrong.

Once I thought I was wrong, but it turned out to be a misjudgement on my part.

-“BB”-

I’ve been wrong before* and i’m not afraid to admit it.

*4th June 1973

I can do this all day.

I’m gettin’ better with age.

I’m so happy I have to go to work this morning.

I’m thrilled to be unemployed.

I have fourteen toes.

(Only ten of them are mine.)

I can’t write in English or use electronic devices.

I have the body of a thirty-five year old. But it’s deeply buried, and so far no one suspects a thing,

-“BB”-