"Haw cunt!"
Or various cake and/or flower names if you're Lauren.
Or Kris if you're family
Or Ramona Peppers and lots more if you're Johnny.

I hate the doing the dishies, which is ironically the only thing I ever get asked to do. I hate the feel of suds on my hands and seeing the water getting murkier, murkier, the squeaking of cloth on plate, the prune like texture of my fingers and the stale smell of discarded food. Blergh. Slimy, unecessary. Makes me feel sick even thinking about it!

-insert sexual joke here-

I actually had a dream the other night where Alex was driving this rocket thing and Chris, Eilidh and possibly someone else were all going into space as part of Chris' extreme sports ambitions. We were trying to get to the moon but either missed it completely or couldn't get high up enough. At one point we all nearly fell out the rocket thing (which wasn't really a rocket at all).
It was terribly nerve wracking.

Smooth Criminal.
The thing about MJ is that although as a person he seemed a bit...HRRRM, some of his tunes are okay. Smooth Criminal is one of those tunes. Although dare I say it, Alien Ant Farm did it better. True facts.

Johnny. Comic wizard that he is.

Cripes, now I feel like a right cow! I'm sorry, if you sincerely and genuinely liked me it would have been better to ask me face to face rather than anonymously on this website, because I've only ever encountered trolls and people wanting to know my personal business. If you ever feel like owning up about who you are I promise I would never be horrible about it. Infact, I'm very flatterd. But over formspring isn't the best way to get my attention.
But as it goes I'm not avaliable, mainly through personal choice more than anything.

Oh the nerve of some people! I'm not only going out with Jenny, I'm MARRIED to her :P.
Hehe. Love you Jenbob.

GAWD NATZY, YOU'RE SO NOSEY.
(but we both know you're my secret lover sweetness ;D)

The last time I checked my life was my business and not something I have to share with some grey faced anonymous type. If you knew either of us then you'd know the answer, you clearly don't so I'm not going to entertain your noseyness darling.

When I was about, I dunno, say between 5 - 8 years old I remember one day in summer where it was really warm and I was counting the weeks until school started again, and I got really freaked out about how soon it was. So I decided to just bugger it and do what I wanted. I made a big muddy puddle in my front garden, took off my shoes and socks and just immersed my feet in mud and ran about like a nutter.
I remember my mum scrubbing my feet in the bath going nuts at me because I was caked in mud.
Ah, to be a little 'un.

Aye.
RENEGADE FOR LIFE.

Dracula. He lived under my bed. Posters also followed me with their eyes and after seeing Toy Story I thought my toys were alive and plotted against me for not playing with them enough.

Bevvy here, bevvy there, bevvy, bevvy everywhere!
Three cheers for the most alcoholic, unhealthy country in Europe. Hurrah!

I always liked Venom. The rest were a bit, I don't know, I found them a bit tiresome.

They'd probably do a better job of running things. I'd go ape for them.

(heh heh)

Harley Quinn. Omnom.

Definetly Kierdo!

I was never really fond of that game.

Everywhere.