I’m now afraid I built it up too much, but I dare you to hit on the next person who posts after me. At least 20 words on their many wonderful atributes. 
Idle Thoughts - Truth or dare ??
Here’s a creative writing Dare: last week, at a party, the lights went out unexpectedly. You were happy it happened, because your crush/SO found you in the dark and took the chance to start some nice heavy smooching with you. Only when the lights came on, it was a horrible mistake: it was your best friend’s SO, and both of you were terribly embarrassed. So your Dare is: post your confession to your best friend: explain what happened believeably.
Tell me your greatest fear?
that was directed at creaky
So…Bricker … how YOU doin’ ? You are one FINE lookin’ hunk o’ manflesh, anyone ever tell you that before? Well , Im telling you now. How about me and you head on back to my place and make beautiful music together?
Well, not now, since I’m already married to the charming and gracious Mrs. Bricker, who is the Queen of my heart, but not otherwise recognized as royalty.
But let’s say you asked me this question before Mrs. Bricker came into my life.
Um… I don’t see why not. This is assuming that all the other pieces were in place: the royal in question was free to marry, and I loved her, and she loved me. It wouldn’t likely be British royalty (I’m Catholic, and the Act of Settlement forbids the throne to a Catholic or anyone married to a Catholic), but I guess that leaves a lot of other royal babes open.
So, in theory, sure. In practice - already taken.
Dare me.
I dare ya to dare me. 
What is a secret about you that you’ve never told anyone offline before?
PapSett, I’ll take a truth.
Okay.
My greatest fear is being poor and alone and having people be mean to me and being dirty and cold and all ugly because I had to live on the street and stuff.
I did some volunteer work for the Homeless Program at the Perryville VA Hospital about three years ago. I was totally aghast at some of the stories I heard and the way those women and men looked and how they talked of the huge gulf between their lives before and their lives at that time.
I’d go home and cry. God forbid that ever happens to me. The world is not kind to the disenfranchised, the vulnerable and the weak.
Truth or Dare, to the next person to reply to this thread.
Check, please!
What is the last time you were spanked/struck by one of your parents?
heh, I was expecting you to hit on yourself… 
Dare.
I wasn’t the next person, but could i get a “truth,” please? pretty please?
I dare you, Bricker to make your next damn Bricker Challenge already!
Hahaha, well, that would be against my own rules, so don’t do that based on the dare (however, I do look forward to the next one when you DO make it).
Seriously, For the next 5 posts of yours in this thread, you must not only post using pink font, but also talk and use the vocabulary of a Valley Girl.
If you don’t know what that is, exactly, it’d be using a lot of “like” and "Whatever!"s and “totally!” and “You go girls!” and other various things.
When my dad was still alive. He was very abusive so, I think about 2 weeks before I moved out he hit me on the back of the head. I must have been about 20.
Truth or dare, right back to you again.
Truth or Dare, Creaky?
Truth or Dare, Liberty?
Oh, gosh… okay. Lessee…
I dare you…
… to write an unflattering (not filthy) haiku about lawyers. It’s just a joke, mind you.
Thanks, by the way, for your answer. I figure marrying minor nobility is cool; you know, the kind that stays out of the tabloids but has fun and parties more or less anonymously and with great relish.