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Okay, I got "Tagged" by Cara. I am supposed to write six unimportant/trivial/odd things about myself. I'm not sure anyone will argue with me so I'll stretch the truth a little.
1. I once ate a woodpecker. I was hungry. I hadn't eaten for three days. This happened in a Navy survival school in
2. I have fascinated women with my sensuous trombone playing, making several of them swoon. I have piloted bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook Thirty-Minute Brownies in twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in
3. I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst and a ruthless taskmaster. Critics worldwide rave about my original line of corduroy evening wear. I don't perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail.
4. I have been caller number nine and won the weekend to
5. I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. Last February, I read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I learned the location of Jimmy Hoffa's body.
6. I have balanced, woven, dodged & frolicked and my bills are all paid. On weekends, to let off steam, I participated in full-contact origami. I discovered the meaning of life. I made extraordinary four course meals with only a spatula and a toaster oven. I was successful in the breeding of prize-winning clams. I won a bullfight in
I’m not sure this is what you wanted, but I made the effort.
posted by FF @ 5:47 PM
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