Hey, I do, too!
I am the Interpol agent assigned to Elendil_s_Heir’s and Princhester’s cases. So far, they’ve done nothing to justify the paperwork involved in arresting them, but I’m keeping my eyes open.
Well, they put the one cataract back in, but now I just walk in circles like my foot’s nailed to the floor.
I have been receiving treatment for a previously unknown chronic condition for over forty years. In papers submitted to publications such as the New England Journal of Medicine and Lancet, members of my care team at the Mayo Clinic wanted to name this new condition after me (using my actual name, of course) — but I asked that they refrain from doing this since my name in its original German is almost unpronounceable to non-native speakers of the language.
-“BB”-
My real name is an unpronounceable symbol.
When Prince followed in my footsteps the idea became passé so I changed my name by deed poll to Geoffrey Epschtein and and I’m pretty cranky about recent events let me tell you.
My smile can darken a room.
My laugh causes epileptic convulsions in chickens.
My chickens laugh so evilly that even wolves stay away.
Ah, but all of MY wolves are odd wolves.
I have no wolves, but I do own a herd of 42, no, sorry, 43 wildebeests. I’ve named each one.
I tried very hard to bring dog treats to @Prof.Pepperwinkle 's wolves, but was stymied by the electric fence he uses to keep them on his property.
I invented a phone that could be charged using an electric fence. It was unsuccessful partly because of an overly woke view that stealing @Prof.Pepperwinkle’s electricity was wrong but mostly because users got eaten by wolves.
I get paid for my posts on this board, the same rate as Charles Dickens, a farthing per word. I just made 5 ¾ pence.
I commute to work by Space Hopper.
I will do anything you want, but I won’t do that.
Oh, no- I won’t do that.
My favourite movie is that one with the snake. No, not that one. No, not that one either. The other one. I’m sure you know which one I mean, right?
I was an anaconda for the FBI.
I dated a woman named Anna Konda.
:: raises hand ::
You’re not the only one to get a potentially-lethal squeeze from her.
My wedding ring is loose on my finger because I used to weigh 400 pounds.
I now weigh 500 pounds, but the ring is loose because I had it stretched in anticipation of me hitting 600.