These surveys were popular back in the 90's. Since I felt like I was in a time warp watching President Bush talk about war in Iraq, I figured it was perhaps appropriate to bring it back for a brief time.
Feel free to cut/paste/and post your own!
Name? E (don't use your real name just in case weirdos want to start sending you "enlarge your p&nis" emails)
Hometown? Small town, Massachusetts. City a' Cultchah!
Boxers or Briefs? Boxer briefs.
Bacon bits or croutons? Bacon bits.
Salad dressing? Ginger sesame.
Do you drink? If the booze is free and the men are cute. Just kidding. I drink socially.
Deodorant? Suave Raspberry.
Shampoo? Herbal Essences.
Skinny dipping? Never.
Do you make fun of people?: Duh! Yeah!
Favorite Color? Green.
Any convictions? Not yet. But I haven't chained myself to a nuclear plant's chain link fence with Martin Sheen yet, so there is still time.
Best friends? You know who you are. Poor schmucks.
Pets? I wish.
Favorite movies? Amadeus, Willy Wonka, Braveheart, Office Space.
Favorite music? Old school rap, Ella Fitzgerald, any and all Rat Pack, Andrea Boccelli.
Hobbies? Gardening, reading, and rockin' da house at karaoke.
Dream car? One that comes with a driver.
Current car? Footmobile, baby!
Movie Crush? Joaquin Phoenix and Ewan McGregor. Rowwrrrr.
TV Crush? Sydney Bristow's dad on Alias. Seth Cohen on The OC.
Word/phrase you overuse? Giddy Up!
Favorite food? French fries. As if you had to ask.
Tattoos? Nope. Just can't see myself with "love" spelled out on my knuckles.
Do you get along with your parents? Totally. The Pottsteins, although a handful, are delightful. They got much smarter as I got older...
Favorite perfume/cologne? Eternity for Men. Giddy Up!
Favorite sport? Tennis, field hockey, MLS Soccer
Silliest person you know? RJL. Silly and off-da-richter smart to boot.
Most humiliating moment? Farting really loudly during story time in 2nd grade...and realizing that my "who was THAT?!" protestations were not to be believed because Ground Zero for the rank miasma was my plus-sized fattie-kid corduroys.
Favorite holiday? Thanksgiving. And then Christmas every other year, because it means that we interrupt the standard Jewish Christmas of Chinese food and first-run movies for a huge dinner at "Grammy and Dee's" house. 42 people around a huge table, three major cuts of different meats, more sides than you can imagine, plenty of boozation, a very welcoming atmosphere, and good, good times.
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Name? Vigil
Hometown? Sozadee CA
Boxers or Briefs? Both
Bacon bits or croutons? Both
Salad dressing? Honey Mustard
Do you drink? Gin Gimlets and Coronas, depending on the day's track history.
Deodorant? Soap.
Shampoo? Soap.
Skinny dipping? Not in the last five years, to be exact.
Do you make fun of people?: Duh! Yeah!
Favorite Color? Maroon.
Any convictions? Getting my shit together, but not sure I'll know what to do with it when I get it all in one pile.
Best friends? Yeah, but I don't let them know who they are.
Pets? The dobie I live with is well above the status of pet.
Favorite movies? Ordinary People, A River Runs Trough It. Braveheart sucked.
Favorite music? Musically illiterate.
Hobbies? Sailing, Politics, Baseball,
Dream car? Any 2004 Japanese model.
Current car? My dobie's auto-kennel.
Movie Crush? Still waiting for that next Jane Fonda movie.
TV Crush? Everything I get crushed on, on TV, gets crushed after 3-4 episodes. Boom Town was my last, best.
Word/phrase you overuse? Fuck it.
Favorite food? Lobster Bisque by Hamburger Hamlet.
Tattoos? Fuck no.
Do you get along with your parents? ???
Favorite perfume/cologne? Soap
Favorite sport? Baseball is Life. Woman's Tennis & Soccer.
Silliest person you know? Nah... not going there. . . .
Most humiliating moment? I'll go there: falling asleep on a couch during a really boring party and waking myself up with a fart. (no one sitting on the couch indicated they noticed)
Favorite holiday? Any thing other than Halloween. Halloween is the pits. Halloween Sucks. Halloween sucks donkey's . . .
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer. - Camus
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