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| # | Comment | Survey |
|---|---|---|
| 71 | Just follow the orders issued you, Mandy: It rubs its boils with the lotion. It rubs its company the wrong way. It rubs when its dog rubs. | How many times have you lied ... today? |
| 72 | Is it rubbing itself? | How many times have you lied ... today? |
| 73 | No one said you were, Bigguy, so why did *you* feel you needed to waste the words? | How many times have you lied ... today? |
| 74 | When I longed for him, he patiently waited for the right time. While I have him, the description of "the love of my life" is to simply say ... beside me now. A friend, desperate to be in THE relationship, asks me, "...but how do you KNOW, how do you really KNOW...?" I finally told her it that truly can't be described. That you'll only "KNOW" the answer to that question when you find you no longer expect to ask it. If you believe in true love, don't be lonely for it. The other, like you, has to wait for the right time. Share a star in the meantime. Peace, rock on. | Describe the love of your life. |
| 75 | Teeth. Nothin' like a mouthful of dingy, raincoat-colored chompers. With little white dividers made up of an immeasurable history of edibles consumed. I would kiss a mouth like that forever. | Defend or prosecute Yellow. |
| 76 | Thanks for the laugh. I chose the answer I laughed the most to ... | Fantasy question: What would you do with a hundred dollars? |
| 77 | If life is "just a game", then why is losing at it costing me so much real money? | What's your philosophy on life? |
| 78 | Dan, white son of a Ku Klux Klan's man, yearns asking Meg (black daughter of the cane-toting man Dan's father shot with a rifle) to the prom, fearing Meg's "no" because Dan's father bought the rifle from Meg's father's factory before selling that cane from his own factory! | Writer's exercise: Convey these facts in the fewest number of sentences |
| 79 | I have. At the age of five, I woke, shivering and having to go to the bathroom. I remember how I lay there, looking at the dark bathroom from across the hallway. I finally went, did my business, and flew back into bed. I can't remember why, but I just lay there shivering instead of pulling the blanket over myself. My grandmother, spending the night from Philadelphia, came out of the bathroom herself, and she must have known I was cold because she came into my room and tucked me in, then kissed me goodnight. It was the next day that my parents told us how our Grandmother had died in her sleep that night - remember it so well, sitting there eating soup at the table while my three sisters all broke into dramatic cries about the bad news. It wasn't until I was thirteen, and we were discussing that night when I discovered something odd. My parents described the night, talking about how they had to go to the hospital in Philadelphia that day with the whole family in the area. My parents' faces dropped when I asked, confused, "How did she end up all the way in a hospital in Philadelphia, when she had spent that night before with us?" I told them what she had done, and they were pretty weirded out by it. It wasn't until I told that story then that I realized how, back when I was five years old - to that night she died, I was remembered being confused as I watched my grandmother walk back into the dark bathroom after tucking me in, instead of turning in the hallway to go to a bedroom. I remembered laying there, watching her white sleeping gown fade into the blackness of the bathroom, thinking, "Isn't she at least going to turn on the light in there?" She was gone. But not before kissing me on the cheek one last time. (And I don't need anyone else to believe it, so I always shy from debating it with people.) | Have you ever had a paranormal experience? |
| 80 | You hit the deer *before* it runs into the headlights. | It is night and you are driving faster than the speed of light. You turn your headlights on. What happens? |
