| Charlie Smith FDTB | |
|---|---|
| Born | February 30 |
| Died | No time soon |
| Allegiance | Burkina Faso, North Korea, and the USA |
| Address | Down the Block |
| Phone Number | Not Cucumber |
| Email Address | Cucumber |
| Friends | The Man With The Yellow Hat, Donald Trump |
| Syndromes | QVL Syndrome, QCL Syndrome |
| Favorite Book | Goodnight Moon by Margaret Wise Brown |
| His Best Food | Tootsie Roll Pop |
.gif) | This user does not wish to go to the moon. |
Charlie Smith FDTB is a Wikipedia user who has "changed" 100+ articles in the regular English version, and a few in the Simple English. He was born on February 30. He lives down the block, next door to John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt, which is his name, too. Contrary to popular belief, Charlie Smith FDTB's phone number is not cucumber. Cucumber is his email address, though he's not sure if it's through Gmail, Yahoo, or another one entirely.
Diary of A Wimpy Editor Changer change
Early life change
I was born on a cruise ship that was docked at Pearl Harbor. The day was February 30, many, many years ago, that I forgot which year it was, although I can assure you that it was before the Coronavirus pandemic struck Planet Earth. My parents were so happy to have a new baby, despite that fact that I had forty-four older siblings. As a Jewish kid, I had a brit milah on my eighth day here, where I was named Charlie. Which was no surprise to anyone, as all my siblings have that name (my parents gave all of their kids the same name so that they wouldn't have to remember so many). Anyways, I lived my first few weeks at Pearl Harbor, which was a really great way of beginning one's life. I attest to that myself -- those were the best days of my life.[1] Anyways, when I was three weeks old, our family left Hawaii for home, which by the way, at that stage of our lives, was really far away. You see, back then we were living in Mesopotamia, where my father was an adviser to Hammurabi. He actually helped him write his famous Code of Hammurabi.[2]
As I child, I wasn't as advanced in studies as my peers and I had to repeat kindergarten a few times before I was finally able to count to three and stack blocks without them falling over within seconds. By the time I graduated and went on to first grade, I was 80/90-something years old and a little big for the desk they gave me.[3] But I was getting smarter by the day, and by the end of that year, I had been bumped up to same class as my brother (his name is Charlie, by the way). He was in graduate school college, so I'd say I made it pretty far. I was soon at the top student in the college, conducting experiments and scientifically journaling scientific journals. My first study was why adults, at about age 23, became embarrassed to sleep with the teddy bears they've had for their entire lives. The conclusion was pretty impressive, and very long, spanning twenty-eight billion books the size of dictionaries. Therefore, I can't publish it here. (Besides, I have forgotten it since then, and have no patience to review the twenty-eight billion dictionary-size books to regain that knowledge).[4]
Mountain man and hotel career change
Anyway, after a few months in college, I decided I had enough keeping other people's schedules, so I moved out to the mountains and built myself a treehouse where I meditated for the next fifty-something years. However, I began to miss my family at some point, so I returned home, to Mesopotamia, where my father, mother, and siblings greeted me with much joy. I first thought that they simply missed me but soon I discovered that that was not why they were so happy. My father had lost his job as Hammurabi's adviser a few hundred years earlier, when Hammurabi had died, so he opened a hotel instead. Called the Flying Inn, it was a building built to be held up by forty-four able-bodied people, that is, me, my siblings, and my parents, while one of my sisters (Charlie, by the way) would work as the clerk and custodian. But while I had been away in the forest for all those years, there was no body to take my place holding up the hotel, and so, for fifty-something years, it stood there, in the center of Mesopotamia, tipping over at the corner. Now that I was home, my family thought that they would get more customers with a straighter floor. I was more than happy to please them.
I am currently standing there, under the hotel, holding it up with my back, as I type up my diary for the public to read. And yes, I know diaries are supposed to be private, but I think that by sharing my story, it might inspire other people (and perhaps plants and animals too) to lead meaningful and productive lives, just as I do.[5]
Other stuff I'm currently involved in besides for holding up the hotel and writing on Wikipedia change
I sometimes leave my post at the hotel to take a walk, and it was on one of those walks that I met my best friend for life. His name is Lipper, and he's a Perrin's tree frog. Every day, I spend a few seconds of my day having a nice conversation before getting angry and we fight for a few hours after. I actually once got so I angry that I was just really, really angry. Anyway, I'm getting tired now and I was thinkidhtgjhftvg dtcygbjd tcyghjjjjjjjdxfhj5dfgjytdjhgfjythfjmgjyfghgjhjgfhjhjkmjhvmnmnkjvmnvbbbbbbbbbb bbbbb bbbbbbbb bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb bbbbbbbbbbbbb bbbbbbbbbbbbbbb bbbbbbbbbbbbbb bbbbbbbbbbbb bbbbbbbbbb bbbbbbbbbbb bbbbbb bbbbbbb bbbbbbbb bbbbb bbbbbbb b bbb bbbbbbbb bbb bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb bbbbb bbbbbb bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb bbbbbbbbb bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb bbbbbbbb hhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhh jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj bbbbbbbbbbbbbb bbj9rfyjsd yghkdth dlgksrtdrxvdrese rtyf uuuuuuuuuuuu uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu bargelygoopajekasewitzkylama.
Okay, I'm back after a long and refreshing sleep over my computer (which, BTW, is the latest model of the Atari XL, made in 1979). I'm also in the middle of fighting with Lipper, and I'm calling him mean names like "Toad" and "Ugly Frog" and he's getting so insulted that he's calling me names back, like "Thing" and "Yucky Man". I don't get so insulted because I know that he just needs to vent and let out his anger and soon he'll be back to himself. I know, I am quite the psychologist. dfghdgjtcfyjkdrjhgj4567edthj356dhjsrypoiuytrjh --That was Lipper. He's still letting out his anger, which okay and acceptable at his age. From what I understand, frogs are expected to tantrum all the way into their sixteenth year, and Lipper is still only five, I think.[6]
Another fascinating fact about my life is that I'm trying to be on the run from my creditors. But I can't be, because this hotel building is too heavy to carry by myself over the place. And my family refuses to run with me, so I'm stuck here, holding up a hotel, and my creditors are running towards me, holding weapons: one has a nuclear weapon and the other a plastic fork. So I think I'll run now, and leave the building to sag at the corner.
References change
- ↑ How to Make Your Own Pancake Syrup TasteofHome.com Recipes
- ↑ "Vendsyssel Historical Museum, Hjørring Vacation Rentals ..." vhm.dk. Vendsyssel Historical Museum.
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- ↑ "Traditional Chandeliers-Canada Lighting Experts". canadalightingexperts.com.
- ↑ "The Most Exclusive Little Coffee Shop In Kabul, Afghanistan".
- ↑ Ha Ha...Nothing here!
- ↑ "The 30 cities with the highest murder rates in the US".