So sorry. Please accept my apology.
When I referred to myself as an “internet dreamboat”, I mean to say “internet steamboat”. The reference was to my weight.
I am not the nephew of the Sultan of Krumnail. That is not an actual location, but just a word I made up.
My service in the United States Marine Corps was exaggerated. I actually worked for six months at Marine Land Jumbo Subs, which is located in the United States.
I do not actually own a car. I have one of those motorized scooters with a shopping basket on the front that I call a car.
When I said “marriage is not that big a deal to me”, I should have said “the fact that I have repeatedly engaged in multiple” beforehand.
My income actually is in six figures, if you allow for a decimal point to indicate pocket change.
I was the governor of Colorado for several years, but only in a dream. The dream took place in Illinois.
When I said “I fought my way up from the mean streets”, I was referring to Double Dragon.
I did not invent the compact disc, but to be fair, it was pretty stupid of you to believe that.
“I came over on the Mayflower” was mostly accurate, except for the word “over”.
That time we were taking the word association test, and you said “lion”, and I said “Detroit”, I lied. The first word that actually came to my head was “delicious”.
My role in the downfall of the Soviet Union was largely limited to buying expensive tennis shoes.
I did not have a special kind of LASIK surgery called STAN STASIK surgery which gave me the power of the heart punch.
I was not, as I stated at various times, the fifth, seventh, ninth, or sixteenth Beatle.
In fact, many people other than me can prevent forest fires.
I actually do have a thirty-three-inch penis. It just doesn’t belong to me.
The “Etc.” in “Mailboxes Etc.” does not stand for my initials. Also, my initials are not ETC.
I cannot actually dance the Charleston, although I once danced the hokey-pokey in Charleston.
My nickname in high school was not “Radivarius”.
I cannot do the Japanese Tea Ceremony, the Balinese Dagger Dance, or the Kentucky Shuffle Fuck. Some of those may not even be real things.
While I was a teenage communist, I was not the Prime Minister of the Supreme Soviet of Glendale, AZ.
I am not Eddie Van Halen’s “role model”. In fact, I have been legally enjoined from making that claim.
The relationship I have with Bill Gates may be slightly different in my mind than it is in reality.
Every sentence I have ever spoken containing the word “piledriver” has been a lie.
I did not actually dance the hokey-pokey in Charleston.
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