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Meta
I can play alto saxophone and piano.
i can eat an entire can of condensed milk in one sitting.
I can do a dead-on impersonation of Apu from the Simpsons.
I can also do my job without climbing a bell tower with a rifle!
I can play the guitar, I can strum it rhythmically,
I can sing along with my guitar as I strum.
I can strum, sing, dance, I can make merry fun all over the stage*
* may not contain 100% truth
I can be regular. (Almost) every day!
I can dance and smoke at the same time. Even to funny fast little notes george duke sings. And beyond.
i can dance in pants
I CAN DANCE IN PANTS LISTENING APOSTROPHE
I CAN DANCE IN PANTS LISTENING APOSTROPHE AND SMILE MY GREAT SMILE
I KNOW HOW TO – I mean, I know how to turn off caplocks on my keyboard!
I DON’T KNOW HOW TO TURN OFF CAPS LOCK, BUT I’M FANTASTIC ANYWAY…..
I don’t need genitals to be happy
I can sing the last chorus of ‘Inca Roads’ (George’s & Nappi’s parts by myself).
… well my cousin was impressed.
I’m a smoker, I’m a joker, I’m a midnite toker. And I can cook!
I am a very good driver.
I can fall into a coma whilst listening to bland cocktail lounge pseudo jazz / soul jizz