Most outrageous fib!

I once caught the Loch ness monster whilst fishing... but I catch and release

well that's nothing SK. This morning I met a nice traffic warden.

i invented the wheelie bin

Im really your dad..

[SoulKiss]

I guess what I am trying to say is

I've never met a nice South African

i shot Martin Luther King

Helen Mirren had my love child!

Im that love child

One night I was running in a dream. I woke up suddenly, and ran out of the front door and started running down the street. As I ran, I found a pair of trainers on top of a parked car that fitted me perfectly; I snatched them and put them.

I ran around the block, and kept doing this for 6 months straight. By that time, the soles of my trainers were getting worn out, luckily I ran past another parked car with a car tyre, scissors, and needle and thread on top - I grabbed these, and began running/hopping on one foot whilst I cut the tyre tread up, removed the trainer from the unused foot, and replaced it with a piece of tyre. I then did the same to the other trainer.

After that I stopped running around the block and started running towards the M25. Once I reached there, there was a traffic jam; cars at a complete standstill. I began running across the roofs of the cars, jumping from lane to lane, car to car, making progress along the M25. As I did this, the traffic started moving, but still packed closely together. As a result I was able to continue leaping while the traffic was moving at 70mph+.

Once I had done a lap of the M25, I got off and headed towards the channel tunnel. It was at this point I started running through the tunnel and ended up in France, obviously pausing at times in the tunnel to allow trains past. I jogged on the spot though.

In france, I picked up a bottle of cheap wine and ran back through the tunnel. Once back in England, I climbed up Big Ben with only one hand, since I was holding the wine in the other hand. I got to the arms of Big Ben and hung on to the minute hand as it rotated through a full hour. I also drank the wine at this point.

Then, I got down, went to AndyL's house, hypnotised him into thinking he'd hypnotised me (it shifts the blame from me you see), and then hacked madness' account to write the first post.

YC told me this morning he wants to be a power ranger with a quiet and clean bike, failing that a Harley with tassels on his leathers and boots. Oh and I don't exist, am all a figment of his imagination.