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User:caeser (207198)  
Name:Brenden Smith
Location:Concord, New Hampshire, United States
Birthdate:1969-02-19
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Bio:I was born the son of a sharecropper. At the age of 7 I was abducted and raised by a pack of rabid wombats. I soon learned the strange ways of the wombats, and was assimilated into the pack.

Bliss would not last long though. I was captured by a band of wombat poachers and sold to the highest bidder. I was indentured into the servitude of the Sultan of Brunei. They originally had me slated to be a fluffer until they found out that I was male. At which point I was released to roam Brunei. I worked at a camel rental company for 3 years until I raised enough money to buy passage on a russian fishing vessel that came to port.

I was planning on visiting the Polish ambassador to Bulgaria, but decided to stay on as a fisherman. I fished for a number of years, how many, I cannot say...

The ship sank and I was marooned in the deserted remains of Atlantis. I went without food and water for days. In my delirium, I married a giant purse crab named Margie. The wedding were admittedly awkward and painful. Within a few days I realized my mistake and killed and ate the crab. I survived by eating cocozelles which grew in abundance on the island. I used the crab's shell for a water vessel, and his claws as eating utensils. I then built a raft out of medical waste that washed ashore and fastened it together with seaweed. The seaweed didn't hold very well, and I was soon adrift, clinging desperately to 3 dozen latex gloves that I inflated and tied together.

Luckily, I was picked up by Barbary pirates, where I worked my way up to head cabin boy. I was asked to join the pirates, but not wanting to get involved in nefarious activities, I had them drop me off on the coast of Maine, where I hitch-hiked to New Hampshire and started a business as a Sherpa. Not being a Tibetan, nor located anywhere near the Himalayas, I settled for a job as a rock star.

That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
Memories:1 entry
Interests:canoeing, chess, family, friends, hiking, kayaking, lakes, learning, love, oceans, playing guitar, rain, reading, rivers..., scuba, skiing, song writing, sunny days, swimming, thunder storms, traveling
Friends:None listed.
Account type:Free User

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