jon_s
05-29-2005, 10:48 AM
I was having a quick flick through at the people from my old law school. It is fair to say that there were some flamboyant characters there; a strange mix of the very rich, royalty and the genuine hard workers (not mutually exclusive).
Anyway, there are some who feel the need to bull shit a bit. Some more so than others, however there was one person well know for such stories. It appears that someone has made him a friends reunited account haha:
He is a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. He has been known to remodel train stations on his lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. He translates ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees, he writes award-winning operas, and manages time efficiently. Occasionally, he treads water for three days in a row.
He woos women with his sensuous and godlike trombone playing, he can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and cooks thirty-minute brownies in twenty minutes. He is an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru. Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, he once single-handedl y defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. He plays bluegrass cello, he has had trials with Manchester United, and is the subject of numerous documentaries.
When he's bored, he builds large suspension bridges in his garden. He enjoys urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, after work, he repairs electrical appliances free of charge.
He is an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie.
Critics worldwide swoon over his original line of corduroy evening wear. He doesn't perspire. He is a private citizen, yet receives fan mail. He has appeared on Through the Keyhole and won the gold plaque. Last summer he toured Eastern Europe with a travelling centrifugal-fo rce demonstration. He runs the 100 metres in 9.65 secs. His deft floral arrangements have earned him fame in international botany circles.
Children trust him.
He can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. He once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. He knows the exact location of every food item in the supermarket. He has performed several covert operations for the CIA. He sleeps once a week; when he does sleep, he sleeps in a chair. While on vacation in Canada, he successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. The laws of physics do not apply to him.
He balances, he weaves, he dodges, he frolics, and his bills are all paid. On weekends, to let off steam, he participates in full-contact origami. Years ago he discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down.
He has made extraordinary four course meals using only some tic-tacs and a Bunsen burner. He breeds prize winning clams.
He has won bullfights in Madrid, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and chess competitions at the Kremlin. He has played Hamlet, he has performed open-heart surgery, and he has spoken with Elvis.
But he has not yet told the truth...
Anyway, there are some who feel the need to bull shit a bit. Some more so than others, however there was one person well know for such stories. It appears that someone has made him a friends reunited account haha:
He is a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. He has been known to remodel train stations on his lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. He translates ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees, he writes award-winning operas, and manages time efficiently. Occasionally, he treads water for three days in a row.
He woos women with his sensuous and godlike trombone playing, he can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and cooks thirty-minute brownies in twenty minutes. He is an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru. Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, he once single-handedl y defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. He plays bluegrass cello, he has had trials with Manchester United, and is the subject of numerous documentaries.
When he's bored, he builds large suspension bridges in his garden. He enjoys urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, after work, he repairs electrical appliances free of charge.
He is an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie.
Critics worldwide swoon over his original line of corduroy evening wear. He doesn't perspire. He is a private citizen, yet receives fan mail. He has appeared on Through the Keyhole and won the gold plaque. Last summer he toured Eastern Europe with a travelling centrifugal-fo rce demonstration. He runs the 100 metres in 9.65 secs. His deft floral arrangements have earned him fame in international botany circles.
Children trust him.
He can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. He once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. He knows the exact location of every food item in the supermarket. He has performed several covert operations for the CIA. He sleeps once a week; when he does sleep, he sleeps in a chair. While on vacation in Canada, he successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. The laws of physics do not apply to him.
He balances, he weaves, he dodges, he frolics, and his bills are all paid. On weekends, to let off steam, he participates in full-contact origami. Years ago he discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down.
He has made extraordinary four course meals using only some tic-tacs and a Bunsen burner. He breeds prize winning clams.
He has won bullfights in Madrid, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and chess competitions at the Kremlin. He has played Hamlet, he has performed open-heart surgery, and he has spoken with Elvis.
But he has not yet told the truth...