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Tom a.k.a The man with no name

About Me

I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees, I write award-winning operas, I manage time efficiently. Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row.I woo women with my sensuous and godlike trombone playing, I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook 70second Russler burgers in 10 seconds. I am an expert in connect 4, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru.I tiddly-wink at national levels.Using only a milky way and a large slab of cheese, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I play bluegrass cello, I was scouted by Barcelona F.C, I am the subject of numerous documentaries. When I'm bored, I build scale models of interesting buildings using only paper clips. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, after work, I repair robo-pets and tamagochis free of charge.I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear. I don't perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail.I have seen life on Jupiter. Last summer I toured Milton Keynes with a traveling centrifugal-force demonstration. I beat Lewis Hamilton on Gran Turismo 4. My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. Children trust me. I say most things ten times fast.I can hurl paper airplanes at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I once read War and Peace, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I know the exact location of every food item in the supermarket. I have performed several covert operations for MI6. I sleep once a week; when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair. While on vacation in Canada, I successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. The laws of physics do not apply to me.I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid. On weekends, to let off steam, I participate in full-contact origami. Years ago I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I have made extraordinary four course meals using only a george forman grill and a toaster. I breed prizewinning clams. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the Kremlin. I have played Hamlet, I have performed open-heart surgery, and I have spoken with Elvis.And i'm modist to boot.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Scott Stevens.Cope2.Akroe.Jimi Hendrix.Groucho Marx.

My Blog

a fishy tale

A while ago atop a hill,on a pony white,Chetna sat full of thrill,But was Michael Fish right?"They're coming quick, in a row!,like a horsey race!"A promise of a Tornado,that Chetna set to chase!She sa...
Posted by on Tue, 20 May 2008 01:38:00 GMT

Hmmmmm powem

In a small bottle,Standing on a shelf,Sat a rustic war-ship,Wth no sense-of-self. On the rustic war-ship,Looking at the view,Sat the crews first mate,Bernard Poppenhugh. Poppenhugh had issues,He didn'...
Posted by on Thu, 01 May 2008 03:24:00 GMT

stuff again

I saw a bloody rhino, Running past my door, A massive bloody rhino, Just that and nothing more, This evil bloody rhino, Now turned and looked at me, This evil bloody rhino, Just smiled and said howdy,...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Jan 2008 02:19:00 GMT

ALI?

there once was a boy named soapy, or a boy named soap for short, that boy told me he couldn't coapy, he was a bit of a depressive sort. i said to the boy named soapy, "calm down my friend your alright...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Jun 2007 03:23:00 GMT

writ nother poem.

there was once a boy named johno, who had eveything and more, but he didn't have a thesaurus, of this i'm pretty sure. he wrote messages to tomus, using words like cow and head, but if he had a thesau...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Nov 2006 02:22:00 GMT

Left hand side of your brain

The left hand side of your brain is said to be the part that makes you able to talk   but then it would say that wouldn't it.
Posted by on Thu, 31 Aug 2006 03:31:00 GMT

some fingz wot i have rit

POem zThere was this cow called jake, as skinny as a rake, And a bee called Blue, Skinnier than you.They went to town, And blue the bee did frown, "i need to put on weight"He said to his cow mate."I w...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Jul 2006 04:34:00 GMT

True story???

I was walking across a bridge one day, and I saw a man standing on the edge, about to jump off. so i ran over and said "stop! don't do it!" "Why shouldn't I?" he said. I said, "Well, there's so much t...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Jun 2006 05:00:00 GMT

The heat are victorious

Thanks for all your wonderful support..you've been great..no really..i owe this to you as much as anyone..THE HEAT WON!!!!GET IN!!!
Posted by on Wed, 21 Jun 2006 00:57:00 GMT

MASSIVE BELL ENDS (dallas mav's suck cock pieces)

Fallacking bitch heads..as if you beat my beloved Heat in game one of the NBA championships..you deserve to have your heads cut off whilst listening to Jade Goody talk to you about current affairs...w...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Jun 2006 08:30:00 GMT