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That's just TMI!

sbk1234

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Well, what about you is just Too Much Information!? TMI! Tell us something about you that people just don't want to know?

I think I'll wait a little to put something about me until I see what other people put. If I turn out to be the only one doing this, it will be just too damn sad.
 
Dude, is this reeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaallly a thread you want to start? There's usually a very good reason that people don't share those things to begin with! :lol:
 
The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it. At the age of 18, I went off to evil medical school. At the age of 25, I took up tap dancing. I wanted to be a quadruple threat — an actor, dancer...
 
Man, I just took the biggest dump of my life. Painted the sides of the bowl and everything. Must've been the curries I had last night. Wanna see a picture?

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The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it. At the age of 18, I went off to evil medical school. At the age of 25, I took up tap dancing. I wanted to be a quadruple threat — an actor, dancer...

Oh. That old chestnut.
 
The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it. At the age of 18, I went off to evil medical school. At the age of 25, I took up tap dancing. I wanted to be a quadruple threat — an actor, dancer...

That never gets old!

No, seriously. That bit of dialogue has to be some of the best dialogue from the entire Austin Powers series. I love it. :lol:
 
Over Christmas I got drunk on champagne in the afternoon and posted a pic of me in the bath on fb :D That's what you get for making me cook all the bloody time :p
 
The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it. At the age of 18, I went off to evil medical school. At the age of 25, I took up tap dancing. I wanted to be a quadruple threat — an actor, dancer...

That never gets old!

No, seriously. That bit of dialogue has to be some of the best dialogue from the entire Austin Powers series. I love it. :lol:
No, it's some of the best dialogue from the entire history of cinema.
 
That's why you need this on DVD......because you're laughing so much at one sentence, you miss the next two. DVDs let you back up quickly.

That was a great scene!!!
 
I got an ear infection last week that caused some 'discharge', it looked like a bunch of Ceti Alpha eels had a party and everyone threw up. Out of my ear.
 
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Over Christmas I got drunk on champagne in the afternoon and posted a pic of me in the bath on fb :D That's what you get for making me cook all the bloody time :p
My PM box is always open to receiving pictures of a certain nature. :devil:

Dare you. DOUBLE dare you! :D
 
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Just to give Shameless nightmares: I have an extremely hairy butt, and sometimes if I don't wipe well enough I get dried poop caught in the hair and I have to end up trimming with a cutical scissors to clean it.


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