Not even a challenge, Idle Thoughts, except I wanna know if the bolding is a requirement, or just an example.
Your next dare is to either tell us exactly how many truths and dares have been done in this thread and by whom, or to give an excuse why not in at least four palindromic sentences.
(1)
Oh, I lose my temper quite often, but i’ve learnt by now I just look stupid and it’s pointless to act on it. The last time I lost my temper and acted on it (that I can remember) would’ve been in…uhm, i suppose you would call it junior high? When I was around 10 or so. For some reason, ( I can’t remember what) me and my best friend were mad at each other, so we went into a sectioned off bit of the schoolyard and beat the crap out of each other. Bare in mind, though, that we were 10-ish, so the most we did was give each other a bloody nose :rolleyes:
But we’re still friends to this day, so I can only assume it all worked out in the end.
Truth or dare to you back, Idle Thoughts!
Same to you, Scott Plaid!
:eek:
T (But I have to log off now.)
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Can I take a chicken pill?
Not only will my coding skills get a workout, I expect I’ll have long sentences.
Since I’m in the middle of an extraordinary dare, I’ll take a truth now.
(2)
Normally, I’d say yes, that’s fine, except it’s not my thread, and I have no idea what you mean by that anyway.
(3)
That would be breasts. (Disclaimer: I’m gay, but I do consider boobs attractive. Somewhat.)
Would you have sex with someone who saved your life (if they asked when you said “How can I ever repay you?”)?
Yep, NE Texan, complete with bolding so we can see it. 
Truth me for now.
Not everyone tunes electric xylophones at night.
(4)
I once watched a lesbian give a gay man a blow job. :dubious: That was pretty weird.
Sexually, probably the weirdest thing I’ve ever done was to give my boyfriend a small cut on his chest as a part of foreplay. It took him a long time to talk me into that one.
Non-sexually, in high school, my brother and our friends founded the Cult of the Giant Chicken. He and I also wrote the first chapter of the cult’s holy book, the YK’FETFET’N (holy book of the cult of the giant chicken). The main thing the Cult did was to kidnap friends of ours who said they were “too busy” to hang out.
I have to go home now, so no more truths or dares for me 'till tomorrow.
Hmm… I’ll try another truth, please.
::crickets chirping ::
Rats.
Er…I’ve never heard Oklahoma! Or seen it. But…um…your rendition was beautiful! Stunning! I wept, I laughed, I went for popcorn.
If you had three wishes that had to be selfish, what would they be?
Truth or Dare, Bricker?
Truth or Dare?
Truth, please. And same to you!
Truth.
Ahhh. That explains it.
I toyed with using “If I Were a Rich Man,” from Fiddler or “Music of the Night” from Phantom, but in the end, I liked Surrey.
Oh, well. Next time, you pick a song you know, and I’ll fit lyrics into it.