We (meaning "she") pulled these questions from this blog:
http://www.mommywantsvodka.com/?p=3230
1) Dave and I have a long-standing feud over cheese in a can. He thinks it’s food of The Gods while I think it’s probably Of The Devil. Your take?
Intolerable. Unless I happen to be drinking.
2) Is there any way you can think of to make the elder Gosselins go away? I AM ALL EARS.
A small padlocked shed, a gross of firecrackers and 5 or 6 wolverines. Bonus points if we have room to toss in Sarah Palin.
3) Who is your ridiculous “I can’t admit this to anyone in polite company lest I be banned from life” crush?
This isn't really a fair question. I don't want to be banned from life. How would I get to see seasons 3 and 4 of "Big Love"?
Edit. I'm dopey. I never answered the question. I don't really have any crushes I wouldn't admit. Johnny Depp... Steve Perry in 1980... and 1981... and 1986... Apolo Ohno... Matt LeBlanc (How YOU dooooinnn'?!)...
...ok wait I thought of one. In 1995 I thought Kato Kaelin was cute. Eventually he opened his mouth and started talking, thus very effectively ruining it.
4) If you could fuck it all and pursue your dream (assuming, of course, you were going to be GOOD at it), what would that dream be?
Writing. Or Ice Hockey. But probably writing. Hurts less.
5) They say “living well is the best revenge.” I think they are wrong. Do you?
"They"? "They" who? Screw "them". I'll live how I want and do what's good for me. "They" can all kiss my tit.
6) What is the most humiliation you’ve experienced in public that you’d be willing to admit to The Internet?
I don't really want to tell the Yankee Candle Store story. That was pretty bad. Only one witness at least. (and now I've become a tease... suffer!)
I suppose I could insert any number of falling down stories, cuz, you know, I do that. My best exit from such embarrassment was as follows... crossing a 4 lane road one day, and did one of those "trip over nothing" moves. The person I was with stared at me like, "there's not even anything there to trip over, what's wrong with you?" I pointed to the white lane marker... "They painted that too thick. That's a hazard."
7) Are you honest with The Internet? Like, if I came over to your house tonight (heh)(I’m coming over, yo)(heh) would I be surprised at who I found?
Pretty honest, I guess, though I'm careful about who I give what info to.
8 ) If you could have one talent that you don’t currently possess, what would it be?
Is "not overreacting" a talent?
9) There’s not always room for Jello. Is there?
No, there is not. What if I JUST ate? What if I just ate a giant feast? What if I am full to brim? You think I'm gonna pile questionably-flavored green wiggly shit into a tummy with no room in it? No. Know why? Because there might be cake. I'm not gonna eat jello and then find out there is cake. Heads will roll.
10) What’s your guiltiest of the guilty pleasures?
Believe me, no one wants that image in their head.
So, I'll just say... watching Olympic figure skating (and laughing when non-USA competitors fall on their ass and complete their routines fighting back tears).
FIN.
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