interview with a porkchop

Here are the rules of the game:
1. If you want to participate, leave a comment below saying “interview me.”
2. I will respond by asking you five questions – each person’s will be different.
3. You will update your journal/blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
6. If you have already been interviewed by someone else, I will not interview you. That’s just weird and incestous.

My questions came from Porkchop.

1. If you had to wear one label for the rest of your life, who/what would it be? Campbell’s Soup not included.
Duh! Green Giant, of course!

2. Why were your siblings convinced you murdered the Easter Bunny? Could it have something to do with the vast amounts of candy you consumed?
My siblings thought I murdered the Easter Bunny because they are gullible children, easily convinced of things like the exsistence of Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy. The vast amounts of candy I consumed had nothing to do with that. It did, however, contribute to my current trio of chins and multi-layered knees.

3. Have you ever tried to burp the alphabet? If so, with whom?
Sadly, I haven’t tried this amusing pastime. Once I drank a two-liter of Coke in an effort to have a just-plain-burping contest, but something went wrong and I couldn’t eke out a single burp. The situtation became more interesting on the drive home, when all the bubbles wanted to break free, but since my parents were driving and I didn’t want to explain, I didn’t want to release them. Discomfort ensued.

4. What memories does the phrase “too-small leggings” bring to mind?
A frightful one also involving a wide belt, flat shoes, and one of my father’s shirts. I shall go into no further detail, except to add that this outfit was part of a devious plot to win the heart of a gorgeous hunk of manliness four years older than myself. It worked, and thus commenced a months-long crush that had us casting bashful looks at each other from across the chuch. (I don’t think we ever progressed to the “conversation” stage of things.)

5. What is the stupidest thing you have ever done?
Owww. Um, the list is long, but I think the top one would have to be highlighting my hair to this blond-and-dark skunk streaky thing. That was just wrong.

~ by wildeyedwonder on February 28, 2005.