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That's me. Every Monday-Thursday and late games on Friday and Saturday. The person below me hated school at some point in their life.

Not that I can remember. The person below me believes that the Wings can and will beat Vancouver tonight.

No Sammy= Detroit wins. Funny. I've been saying that for years.

Could be better than some of the humans running the show in some places. The person below me has at least one clock that they haven't changed yet.

That is a most delightful suggestion! I raise my Ginger Ale to you. (That was to get you started.)

You're cute and funny, Dawn. In the background around strangers and grownups. Center of attention with kids. Ice cream or popsicle?

I try to get it done early, but I'm a procrastinator. One year I had them done January 2nd, but I only had 1 job and they handed out W2 forms on the 1st. The person below me claims 0.

Ernie and Bert do not have a weird relationship. They understand each other's predicament of going through life with someone's hand permanently up your shirt. They relate. The person below me has done their taxes.

I'll go with trunk. The closet isn't likely to go anywhere and there is less chance of CO fumes. Be cute or be funny?

Is everyone having a birthday or something? Flip's was Sunday. Go Wings! Win it 14-3.

Gas. Wood or gas fireplace?

When I had a working dryer, yes. Now I hang them and grab as needed. The person below me has had poison ivy.

I'm sure Hasek meant the KHL. He has stated that he is done with the NHL. The line from the article that I though was odd: Really? Lube me up and I'll be ready to go? Yikes!

Face is far more honourable. Socks, slippers, or barefoot?

Oh, what a loaded sentence. Yes, Jack, I do. The person below me has eaten a piece of fruit today.

Nope. Too cloudy here. The person below me likes berries.

Waffles. (The sex shocked me. You seem so pure.) Peanut butter or sugar cookies?

Yep. The person below me thinks that Homer gets unfairly penalized.

No clue. The person below me is headed out looking for love (in all the wrong places) tonight.

Dawn! You shock me! I had one once. Several times. Back in my drug years, before AIDS, when I was sowing my wild oats. One night stand or long-term relationship?

And why does it ask for your race and whether or not you're Hispanic? Does it really matter? I can see race if it is something that asks for physical characteristics such as hair and eye colour as well. But why "Hispanic, regardless of race"? Does it matter when I buy something? Is not my money just as good as the next hombre? Where I live, people are mostly Norwegian. Sure, they're the majority here, but I bet they're a minority somewhere. Shouldn't there be some sort of tracking system so that the government can make sure that they get the correct lutefisk? (As opposed to the Swedish lutfisk, which is almost palatable.) I work with people from a lot of different countries, and nothing ticks them off more than waiting years for the paperwork to be accepted, finally coming here, struggling to learn English, having people yell at them when they don't do it perfectly, establishing themselves with jobs, becoming citizens, and then seeing the government spend their tax dollars because illegals have the "right" to have everything translated for them so they don't have to be bothered to learn English.

Congrats, Coach. Here's to another 300!

Cups. They last the whole year and you can share them with all of your best friends. Sex, drugs, or rock'n'roll?

Nope. No green food for me. The person below me has partied until dawn. (As in sunrise, not our Dawn.)

Generally I just brown up some hamburger and put it in the sauce, but sometimes I just throw on the sauce. Carpet, tile, or hardwood floors?