Well, sure; how else are they going to catch a cab?
hehe, same. My eyes are hazel; if you look REAL CLOSE, there’s definitely blue in there, but it they show as ‘greenish’ most of the time.
Until THAT time. 
I don’t know if my eyes change color when I’m horny, but they are a dark brown ringed by blue. I’m 30, and only noticed this within the past couple years.
Mine get bluer when I’m drunk, apparently.
I kissed Mojo Nixon.
I think Hillary Clinton is kinda nice lookin
I’m pregnant, and while I can’t wait for the kid to be born, this whole “someone moving around in my belly” thing is really creepy and unpleasant.
I just realized my stupid typo. Jeesh!
Super de Dooper de GAY here. In fact I’m a gold star gay. Never been with a member of the opposite gender. I love my Husband and we’re celebrating our 16 year anniversary the 15th of this very month. Although he has soiled himself with the snu-snu of the opposite gender, I love him with my whole heart and will until the day I die…
HOW?!?
I was going to answer that sometimes I fall asleep with a pen in my hand when I read your post. There are nights when I take my sketch pad and ink pens to bed with me and draw/doodle until I can’t keep my eyes open. Would you tell me how, please? I’d like to see some of your art work.
I like to oompah up and down the square.
I just found out from my family last night that we are somehow (distantly) related to Vincent Price.
I already mentioned this recently, but my life’s not chock-full of interesting anecdotes so I’m recycling it:
I have a tooth that Terry Pratchett gave me.
I can swear like a Cornish fishwife in Esperanto.
I ran into some snark posts about me on the SDMB snark fora. No, that is not right; I looked them up, out of curiosity. That was a really dumb idea.
I fell asleep underwater while scuba diving. More than once.
I fenced in college (as in the sport, not the illegal activity). I was in a tournament one time where there were not enough women for a separate pool in épée, so they threw us in with the men. I came in second.
I was in a play when I was seven years old. This was not just any play but the Oberammergau Passion play. I wore a simple robe and had no lines.
The audience loved me. 
When I was 13 years old, in 1967, my band won some local competitions and competed in a city-wide talent show at the Baltimore Civic Center for an audience of about 8,000 people. This was the same stage that the Beatles had performed on in 1964, and where I would see Cream play in 1968. My stage fright was nearly paralyzing.
My loud booing and jeering started a round of applause at Nixon’s inauguration in 1973.