Wicket the fortuneteller knows all!
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greenxyzcannonballThe iPod scramble & answer question [firing up iPod Wicket]
If you reached the top of Mount Everest, you would scream:
Mack the Knife (mkay...)
The next time you stand up in front of a group of people, you'll say:
Tryin' to Reason with Hurricane Season (maybe...it's been strangely uneventful thus far..knock on wood)
Your favorite thing to say when drunk is:
Padhasapa (must mean I don't make sense, huh? (it's a ravi shankar song- the sitar player))
Your message to the world:
Seek and Destroy (this is Jeff foxworthy, but it works)
When you think of your best friend you think:
Runaway (whisky tango foxtrot?)
Your deepest secret:
Shut Up (and sleep with me) (yes I confess I'm a closet lesbian nymphomaniac...and only half of that's a lie...)
Your innermost desire:
Weapons of mass deception (otherwise known as t&a)
Your oldest memory makes you think:
ewok feast/part of the tribe (uh, my oldest memory is being carried to cinderella's castle at age 2...??)
Somewhere in your wedding vows, you'll include:
dreamsicle (....)
On your deathbed, you'll whisper:
God's own drunk (always was a little sacriligious)
Your friends say behind your back:
Woman of the world (the question is as a compliment or an insult)
You say behind your friends' back:
Autour Du Rocher [around/about the rock/boulder] (the song itself is about Jimmy Buffett's restaurant in the caribbean that burned down, where the dancers might think they had seen the fires of hell beneath the gap-planked floor...)
Your opinion of MySpace:
Talk about the passion (some are....some aren't)
When you wake up in the morning, you mutter:
Without you (without...whom?)
If you found yourself lost on a desert island, you'd yell:
You (you! hey you! GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING ISLAND!!)
Right now, your feelings are:
Too much rain (too much rain in some people's lives....)
What's your excuse for reposting this:
Little green men (they made me do it!)
Your life's soundtrack:
Strawberry Fields forever (let me take you down, cause I'm going to....)
The day you fall in love will be the day that:
Son of a Son of a Sailor (meh?)
Your farewell message to the readers of this :
Cuban crime of passion (hmmm.....)
A friend had this on her lj. Why not give it a go....
If you reached the top of Mount Everest, you would scream:
Mack the Knife (mkay...)
The next time you stand up in front of a group of people, you'll say:
Tryin' to Reason with Hurricane Season (maybe...it's been strangely uneventful thus far..knock on wood)
Your favorite thing to say when drunk is:
Padhasapa (must mean I don't make sense, huh? (it's a ravi shankar song- the sitar player))
Your message to the world:
Seek and Destroy (this is Jeff foxworthy, but it works)
When you think of your best friend you think:
Runaway (whisky tango foxtrot?)
Your deepest secret:
Shut Up (and sleep with me) (yes I confess I'm a closet lesbian nymphomaniac...and only half of that's a lie...)
Your innermost desire:
Weapons of mass deception (otherwise known as t&a)
Your oldest memory makes you think:
ewok feast/part of the tribe (uh, my oldest memory is being carried to cinderella's castle at age 2...??)
Somewhere in your wedding vows, you'll include:
dreamsicle (....)
On your deathbed, you'll whisper:
God's own drunk (always was a little sacriligious)
Your friends say behind your back:
Woman of the world (the question is as a compliment or an insult)
You say behind your friends' back:
Autour Du Rocher [around/about the rock/boulder] (the song itself is about Jimmy Buffett's restaurant in the caribbean that burned down, where the dancers might think they had seen the fires of hell beneath the gap-planked floor...)
Your opinion of MySpace:
Talk about the passion (some are....some aren't)
When you wake up in the morning, you mutter:
Without you (without...whom?)
If you found yourself lost on a desert island, you'd yell:
You (you! hey you! GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING ISLAND!!)
Right now, your feelings are:
Too much rain (too much rain in some people's lives....)
What's your excuse for reposting this:
Little green men (they made me do it!)
Your life's soundtrack:
Strawberry Fields forever (let me take you down, cause I'm going to....)
The day you fall in love will be the day that:
Son of a Son of a Sailor (meh?)
Your farewell message to the readers of this :
Cuban crime of passion (hmmm.....)
A friend had this on her lj. Why not give it a go....
