I am now heading to the roof of my building to prepare for oblivion. I’ve been hooked up with Fabio! That’s right, the King of Dinnerplate-Sized Nipples.
The horror.
You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be misquoted, then used against you.
“I thought: opera, how hard can it be? Songs. Pretty girls dancing. Nice scenery. Lots of people handing over cash. Got to be better than the cut-throat world of yoghurt, I thought.” - Seldom Bucket
Eve, I am your Ricky-Martin-matched sister. I had taken a “Is your boyfriend gay?” test on this site a while ago, but can’t seem to find it now. I suggest we run any prospective men though that screening process, given who we were matched with…
This thing must be broken. I got Pamela Anderson Lee. (shudder) If the plastic bits aren’t bad enough she’s not even remotely pretty. It’s a gyp. I bet no combination of answers would result in Janeane Garofalo as a match.
According to my results, Will Smith is “destined to be” my “Fresh Prince.” Our dream date would be golfing followed by gettin’ jiggy on the dance floor.