Thanks to Dr. Spo who got it from another blogger, who got it from another blogger, who got it from… [you get my drift]
…is easy to love? Define “love”. There’s a whole lot of “love” going around.
…do you just wanna smack? Myself, did something stupid last week.
…do you trust? A few friends and some family…
…do you talk to when you’re alone? Mostly myself.
…dangerous things do you do while driving? Talk on my cell phone, it’s legal on a scooter not in a car, and since I don’t drive a car…
…are you allergic to? Boiled eggs, deviled eggs… and cats.
…is Satan’s last name? Hell
…is the freakiest thing in your house? Two 3-D ears from a painting by Hieronymus Bosch.
…are your pants? In the dresser.
…is your last will and testament? A copy is in a file cabinet, another copy is with the attorney. The ones who inherit know what they are getting, only they have to wait if there’s still something left by the time the will is read.
…is your junk food stash? In the store, I haven’t bought it yet!
…is Carmen Sandiego?I only know of her by Googling her name and finding it on Wiki.
…is it time to turn over a new leaf? Every day is a fresh start.
…will you be all that you can be? When the final page is turned.
…is enough enough? When I can’t stand it anymore.
…do you go to the dark side? I can’t lie, I’ll burst out in hysterical laughing!
…was the Lone Ranger alone? He wasn’t alone, he had Tonto.
…was The Scarlet Letter scarlet? The ink was black, so NO!
…are musicians sexy and plumbers not? I know a sexy plumber and some non-sexy musicians.
…are there no seat belts on school buses? We don’t have school buses, most kids in the Netherlands go to school on their bikes.
…do people feel obliged to turn in front of you, rather than wait until you pass and the coast is clear? I’ve no car, so I don’t know. And my scooter’s top speed is only 6 miles an hour…
…does the porridge bird lay its egg in the air? It is a common misconception that the porridge-bird [fictius custardius] lays it’s eggs in the air. Certainly, each spring, great flocks of porridge-birds swarm the countryside, raining down porridge, custard and [in extreme cases] yoghurt on unsuspecting passers by. Understandably, this has given rise to the idea that porridge-birds lay their eggs in mid-flight, which then hatch and cover the surrounding area in the aforementioned mess. The fact of the matter is, however, that the porridge-bird lays its eggs in small nests, built in the very tops of elm and oak trees. There, the young porridge-birds hatch from their eggs. The parents then scour the countryside, looking for porridge- and custard trees. [yes, porridge grows on trees. Yoghurt, however, lives underwater] Once such a tree is spotted, the porridge-bird swoops down, and attempts to catch one of the many feral custards that live on the tree. Due to the nature and consistency of porridge much of the creature will fall from the porridge-birds’ clutches before the bird can reach it’s nest. This is why -even though porridge-birds do not really lay eggs in the air- it is advisable to take an umbrella along when you enter porridge-bird territory.
…didn’t “ea” as seen in words like steak and great not compact during the “Great Vowel Shift” in time of Middle English? You mean their not spelled “stake” and “grate”?
…if happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow why or why can’t I? Still have to earn my wings…
…swim the English Channel for a doughnut and coffee? No!
…forgive someone who deliberately hurt you? I have, but I didn’t forget.
…rather believe a lie if it hurt you less than the truth? That’s the basis of ALL organized religions!
…you still be alive if you were sucked out of an airplane window? With my body it would have an instant slimming effect! Yes, is the technical answer. It’s the sudden stop from the fall that usually kills you. [Thanks to Erik, he took the words right out of my mouth]