Absolutely. While I’m not attracted to men, the idea of having sex with one isn’t disgusting, just not interesting in a sexual way. Since curiosity is one of my main driving forces, I’m likely to end up having sex with one for free. At $2.18 million - throw me down and shag me senseless, you big bad manly stud :).
You’re awesome :D.
I was away knitting … can I get a truth?
Are you one of the evil people that stick gum on the bottem of desks or tables?
Crap, heck, no. Them and litterers, straight to hell.
In fact, I was just at a conference, and I innocently sat down at a desk and got up with gum on my good, conference-going sweater. Grrr.
All right all, I’m heading to bed for the night. Some can give me a truth but I won’t be able to answer it till prolly tomorrow afternoon as I have school and such…
sighs
Thank you. But no - in real life I’ve never been in a remotely similar situation in which I might have been “compromised” professionally.
As a teen, I’ve certainly been in positions where I’ve been worried about getting caught smooching or cuddling or … smooching, because neither my date nor I had an apartment to go back to. But I don’t think that’s what you were asking…
What’s the most precious thing you’ve ever destroyed or irreparably harmed, either deliberately or accidentally? Your choice as to measure of preciousness.
What would you be willing to sacrifice your life for?
I’ve been waiting for this, Bricker. 
Tell the truth: do you spank Mrs. Bricker?
That’s easy. Krishna. I even saw this film once…
never mind.
And I’m going to bed too…be back in the morning!
Harimad-sol: Ever have pity sex with anyone? (You pitying them or them pitying you).
Doh, wasn’t able to get back for almost a whole day. I have a lot of catching up, reading, giving out dares and truths(from earlier) and laughing it seems. 
Wow. Nothing comes to mind right off the bat. Maybe the time I wrote a short story that was so good that it won “Best Prose” in a magazine. That made me say it in my head. :p…
Mika, I’ll take a truth (you asked me about 6 pages back, heh).
Scott Plaid, okay here’s a truth. What was the last thing you did “like a motherfuck”?
Anyrose, What’s the most dangerous thing you’ve done?
takes deep breath
Truth or Dare, Creaky?
Truth or Dare, Bricker?
Truth or Dare, Mika?
Truth or Dare, Beaty Meaty Big and Bouncy?
Truth or Dare, PapSett?
Truth or Dare, Reverant Threshold?
Truth or Dare, Liberty?
Truth or Dare, NE Texan?
Truth or Dare, Flaming Bananas?
Truth or Dare, Sofis?
Truth or Dare, backwoods_gurl?
Truth or Dare, Agonist
Truth or Dare, Exploding Kitchen?
Truth or Dare, Harimad-sol?
Well, Anaamika hasn’t delivered on the dare I asked of her in post #642, so I’ll have one from you instead (or maybe as well).
Truth, Idle Thoughts. Make it a good one. ^_~
Hmm. I am clumsy and tend to break a lot of things, but they’re usually the kinds of things that are fairly easy to replace. I would have to say a friendship I had in high school. I still regret the way I behaved.
Yes. I took pity on him, and good thing that I did, too. 
(In lieu of a devil smiley)
I always happen upon these threads late.
I’ll take a Truth.
Gah - I take a couple days off to look after Mrs M’s bad back and my gout, and look what happens. I’ll take a truth from any interested party.
I’ll have a Truth please, Idle.
I don’t think anything at all, because if I die and I’m not around for it, why bother? It doesn’t affect me in any way besides dying, which isn’t exactly a plus.
Maybe my mom or best friend or something, but I don’t think I’d really go through with it.
That’s a tough one because when it comes down to it I’m not a risk taker. I did run with scissors a few times, but they were in my pocketbook. The only thing I can think of is I once walked accross an old rickety rope and slat bridge that was over a little creek at the Ashoken camp site outside of Kingston NY. It wasn’t really designed to hold someone of my weight, but I made it across. Going back, I went the long way.
Now, if you were to ask me what the scriest thing I’ve done is, I went on a ferris wheel at a street fair, had a panic attack at the top :eek: and made them stop it so I could get off…and they made me go around again.
You’ve been waiting to ask me a question that you’re already pretty sure you know the answer to?
Sure, we’ve played along those lines.
Not daily, of course. We’re not talking about a lifestyle, here. Just an a la carte menu item at times.