It's simple. Answer the question above you, then post your own question. Here goes...

If a tornado was coming straight for your house and you had time to grab one thing (excluding family and pets -- they're in the car honking the horn for you to get your ass out of there), what would it be?

Mickey.

If you had to live in a tent for the rest of your natural life and you had the sleeping options of either a cot or a hammock which would you choose?

that's a hypothetical question.

the title says a question about their life.

grammatically correct would also say "his or her life".

also, the person would probably be above you if your settings weren't all like dill weed

nah, they/their is grammatically okay too as a singular.

If a tornado's coming you sure as shit don't get in a car. Dumbass.

For once I gotta say micky's right, guys.

come with me if you want to die....

This is working out well.

I live smack-dab in the middle of tornado alley and have to deal with potential tornadoes about half a dozen times a year. If it's on the ground and close to your house already, don't get in a car. But if you've got ample time to get to a shelter, by all means get to a fucking shelter.

Now, LET'S TRY AGAIN. Ask a question, and the next person to post (whether they're above or below you) answers it, then posts one of their own.

Question: what is your fondest childhood memory?

sitting around the dinner table listening to my brothers do monty python routines.

would you rather eat a baby or be eaten by a giant baby?
(question courtesy BBC America)

*oops.

That one's a conundrum...being eaten by a giant baby means I'm no longer living. But eating a baby means being caught, jailed, tried, and dying anyway by way of lethal injection...or at least a long, boring, pointless life in prison. I'll still pick eating the baby. At least I'll get a good meal out of it.

Did you believe in Santa as a kid?

i might finally work up the gusto to ask thodoks about the deep end in this thread

I just imagine that if you only have time to get one thing, it's pretty fucking close. Otherwise, I'd be able to grab my fleshlight AND my diary.

I wonder what sort of expressions of self fills the pages of Mickey's diary.



I did until I was about 6 years old. Something about Santa missing our house entirely until we got home from church that morning didn't make any sense to me.

Have you ever taken an embarrassing driver's license photo?

Eh, not really. I purposely take weird ones...cheesing too big and such, but I wouldn't call them "embarrassing."


Do you leave lights on when you're relaxing at night online or watching TV? Or do you like the dark?

There is no person below me to ask a question of.

...Well not yet, no. But ask anyway and the next one to see it answers it.