I’m really an alien disguised as the President of the US.
It’s not as weird as you think. Some faster thinking aliens got her first and snuck onto the Supreme Court.
I’m really an alien disguised as the President of the US.
It’s not as weird as you think. Some faster thinking aliens got her first and snuck onto the Supreme Court.
me too! but it doesn’t smell lemony to me, it reminds me of really good pot.
i love it also- but Great Chefs on Discovery is my favorite cooking show… I’ll never understand why my friends aren’t interested in watching “Variation on Shoulder Tip with Savoy Cabbage”?
p.s. stofsky, lol!!! the funniest post ive read in weeks.
I have this love of Nintendo games…I’ve got all the Final Fantasy games, all the Dragon Warrior games; also PC games…all of them the Role-playing games.
ummm…now and then I even get out and look fondly at my Level 21 Elf Mage Assassin…has a semi-sentient sword…man, he could KICK ASS!!!
Dear God, I love it here.
You can’t imagine the mental image I’ve got going on right now…
Well…I was gonna give out my dark, dirty secret but I’d feel like a filthy perv doing it, given the light-hearted theme this thread has taken.
So I’ll keep my perversions to myself. (and take my ball and GO HOME!) :mad:
I used to be fond of skunk-at-a-distance, too, until the distance got too small. We live in the country, and have the occasional skunk in the woods or horse pasture. The first time our labrador got sprayed, we were unprepared, expecially as it happened at night. I bought a couple of cans of tomato juice, but it didn’t get the smell out (next day we learned there are more effective commercial products). What made it worse was that she likes to sleep in my bed. Ick.
I was born and raised in Michigan.
Never once have I played euchre, nor do I ever care to.
Anyone need CPR?
I have lived in New England almost all of my life and have never eaten lobster.
On occasion, I need CPR but I live nowhere near Flint, MI.
I don’t like pickles.
Well that explains that mysterious trip to Holland.
My entire history class saw me in a miniskirt and a tank top.
Figure THAT one out.
Hello, my name is Baker, and I read B-B-Ba, … okay, I can day this, I read Barbara Cartland “romance novels”
Please don’t hate me.
I moved to Michigan. Voluntarily.
I work only 65% of the time I am on the job. The other 35% I am talking on personal phone calls, posting here, or posting on my LJ, taking breaks and acting as if I am working when someone walks by my office.
I totally suck. Here I was thinking I was a great employee. I am going to go sulk now.
I was born in Michigan, in my mom’s bedroom in a very bad blizzard.
And I like eucher.
SD
HA! That’s nuttin’. I moved to Detroit voluntarily.
I was once over at a female platonic friend’s house, and I put on her clothes (bra and everything) and walked around outside. Now I wonder what the hell I was thinking and I’m REALLY thankful I didn’t run into anybody I know. My mother did find out about it though.
P.S. I have really nice breasts.
I live in Southern California.
And: 1) I hate swimming in or otherwise having contact with the ocean. 2) I hate being in the sun for very long (I’m pale…er, fair-skinned). 3) I hate “clubbing.” 4) I tolerate the beach when it isn’t cold, windy, dirty, or over-populated. 5) I’m a brunette.
First consider the fact that I’m a 24 year old male…I listen to Celine Dion when I’m weightlifting. I suppose a second part to the secret can probably be that I think she’s very attractive (I’m not sure how dirty that part of it is though)