Since I've been enjoying Riot Kitty's blog so much tonight, I thought I would take her up on her challenge to reveal 10 honest things about myself, so here goes it:
I belong in jail, wearing pink underwear, and eating green bologna.
I really don’t like you or anyone else for that matter.
I am smarter than you, but that's not saying much, and nonsense it all is.
I have Fred Flintstone feet.
I have a crooked left arm, crooked feet, and lots and lots of stainless steel in my body, yet I don't set off the metal detectors at the airport.
It is much harder for me to smile than to frown.
I cannot see out of my right eye at all when it is dark.
I hate bigots which is most people unfortunately.
I value freedom of speech over any other freedom.
I wish I were a bird so that I could fly far, far away.
What about you?
8 comments:
All that makes you a fine person Pouty dear.
*sniff*...but I like you!
I'm lovin' the picture on the sidebar! We look good in that shot, don't you think? ;-)
I was in a bad mood when I wrote this. I like my blogfellows better than most of my family.
Glad you liked it! And sorry - I forgot you were tag-free :)
Fred Flintstone feet? Do you start your car by sticking your feet out the bottom and running? Cool!
...very interesting...
Why do you belong in jail wearing pink underwear and eating green bologna? Is that because you can fly a broomstick? Why pink underwear? Hmmm.
I like you, even if you don't set off the metal detectors. Nothing makes sense. Have you noticed that?
;-)
I read that as "bedfellows".
I hope you feel less pissed off really soon.
I liked everyone's comments; however, did no one notice that Hello Kitty is wearing a gas mask, thus "Riot Kitty"?
Carolina: Every prisoner in the county in which I live wears issued pink underwear, whether they are men or women. They are fed bologna that has been dyed green so that they cannot possibly enjoy eating it. I have done things in the past that I'm not proud of like breaking my ex-sister-in-law's window and keying my sister's car because she said that my son had the disposition of my ex-husband. That is why one of my favorite things to say is: I belong in jail.
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