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It would be chocolate. With ribbons of goopy chocolate syrup and chocolate chips and jimmies and marshmallows, and I would put all of that in a casing of burnt sugar, and dip the whole thing in chocolate.
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OH MY GOD JADY. EPIC QUESTION IS EPIC.
I don't wanna think about too hard because then I'll probably never get to choose, so off the top of my head:
1) Dancing Queen - ABBA
2) Roxie - Cast recording from the Chicago Original Soundtrack
3) Geek In The Pink - Jason Mraz
4) Loser Like Me - Sixpence None the Richer
5) Uncharted - Sara Bareilles
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It changes a lot. Sometimes I like to get creative (by the thorny cock of Thor, and the like), sometimes I like to go with classics (shit, crap, damn, and the derivatives) but usually the all-purpose fuck serves well enough.
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So whoever wins, all those would be solved? Doesn't matter then.
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Cool question, George! Mostly I read and torrent. I have a list of blogs I check out regularly, such as Jessica Zafra's. Also news aggregate sites (IGN, Time, HuffPo, Salon, Jezebel, etc. etc.). I Wikipedia surf a lot, too. And once in a while I look at pretty pictures on Ffffound, for inspiration.
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No frakking idea. Mainly because I don't keep track of cellphone models. As long as it works, I use it. Until I graduated high school all I ever got was my dad's hand-me-downs, but they were great phones, so it was all good.
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Please, no, thank YOU for READING us! We're so glad you enjoyed the spoof issue. :-) -
OMGTHANKYOUSOMUCH. Please let me know who you are so we can thank you properly! Any and all feedback--good or bad--thrills us to no end!
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But you should also know that I am completely irrational about looks, and that I sometimes look into the mirror and see a wrinkled hag with stringy hair and one eye bigger than the other, like neurotic but otherwise decent-looking girls do in chic flicks. -
Oh, if I could die tomorrow, what a comfort that would be!
I'd have cake. The most insanely chocolate-y chocolate cake ever--warm and moist and fluffy with chocolate buttercream frosting and a glass of cold milk.
And, uh, maybe french fries. And pizza and pasta and my mom's fried vegetarian egg rolls and broccoli in garlic sauce. With iced tea. Then for dessert, creme brulee and hazelnut gelato and apple pie and a huge, hulking tank of hot coffee, and after eating all that my fat, gorged body will keel over, and that is how I will die. -
Well I'm assuming Heaven--or at least the heaven I fully intend to go to--will be a place that provides never-ending entertainment and pleasure, you know, ultimate happiness or nirvana or 72 hot virgin guys or whatever, so I probably don't need to bring my iPhone or my crossword puzzles, so... huh.
I guess I'll bring my glasses. Assuming, again, that manifest in heaven exactly the way I am now--blind as a bat.
I mean, isn't it a little funny that in movies with heaven in it people's spirits show up in the clothes they were wearing when they were alive (including, sometimes, their glasses)? I mean how would that work, exactly? I guess filmmakers take some artistic liberties, but logically you would probably go to your maker the way you came into the world, which is buck freaking naked.
But anyway, yeah, I'd take my glasses.
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