官网更新： http://www.pauldraper.info/biography.php Being once upon the time in a longest forgot ago, the Draper was a mere twinkling under the eye patch until one days he did bursted outwards and was born into and onto the fairest of city of the Liverpud in the northernest westing parts here of, and a country far far away knownst to all who sailing in her as IN-GER-LAND. Before 2 longjohn was passing away he grew coats near arms and some leggings and two eye sockets near his egg head and with these leggings he wandered clouded across the riverplates of Mersey and furthering across the posh biscuit called a Wirral and more and again. Tired by now, onto the river Dee where upon he swam hard with those leggings he had previously growed near his body all the way to other sidings of the grass sea and without coming up for even airpiece, even one time, he arrived at the dock sidings in a far off green monster and pleasant country called a Whale for someone's reasons. He planted flag poles and climbed walls of the Quay where he marooned at passers bypass. This Quay, named after Mr and Mrs Conning and by adding the Draper to its numbercrunching, became the bigglest of townhalls in all of ClwydianFlintshireland. He built a housemartin in a shadow of a big Castlebromwich known only as The Ulow, standing from 1200 aydee and something where knights on tablespoons would jousting and eat near pork bellieflop from pigs on sticks. Once daily whilst sittingbourne in the hill this junior Paulus founded and lifted the giant mushroom, as there were many ince wept the Whale and behold! he found a cheapest wood stick with string all covering it and sounds it did hence spew fifth. Upon discovering the woodstick he took 2 fish fingers and hitting on the woodstick and a rubbish bin sounds came on out of the woods. A big travelling maneater heard this unearthly sounds like and said upon the Draper: "Come with me to the Londing toon and bash your woodburner for your tea and crusts." This Draper immediately grewed other wooding bashers and they arriving fully and rubbishly fledgling and the big giant said: "You will be called Man-sing, my son." This weirder situationalist continued in all its rubbishness 'til upon once daily the Mansing became a bit player good but the wood stickers and bashers all fell over a barrel and came apart from the seamstress and all ran away... and the Draper was all alone on his own landing of giants... ---- 这篇自传实在太好笑了。XD --

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