I did. And admittedly, I needed it.
A group of 12 inchnotes.
Otherwise, the person would smell funny.
French. It's not all that useful these days, but I love the way it sounds.
Nothing. No pockets, actually, being as how I am presently naked.
Depends on the age. If you're 70, or 12, you probably have to take more precautions than if you were somewhere in the middle of that range.
Several. None of them lasted.
Oh, extremely. They've just been taught to refrain from admitting it.
I'm generally in bed for 7.5 hours; on a good night I'll sleep for just shy of 7.0.
If I had $53,000, I could pay off the mortgage. Beyond that -- eh, it's only money.
"Monetize." Or maybe "hegemony." They're both horribly ugly.
I probably spent $1000 this year on charity. And my phone is seven years old.
I've wrecked two cars in twelve years. Does that count?
Tedious at times, but I acknowledge that the alternative is worse.
I've taken two in the last twelve years. (Do I get any credit for taking them while naked?)
I need a fair amount of firmness to get any sleep. Last bed I had was too soft and I spent many nights in some weird facsimile of Brownian motion.
I felt there was no chance to build a relationship out of it.
The grocery store finished my online order, and I can pick it up anytime.
It's to remind you that love, even freely given, has its price.
"Where have you been all my life?"
Probably Cyd Charisse. More dancer than actress, perhaps, but never far from my mind.
I do. Same watch for 35 years, in fact. And sometimes, it's the only thing I wear.
I seem to average about one every 2-3 years.
I'm hard to shop for, so I'd say that's a perfectly satisfactory gift, assuming it's something I'm interested in. (I would have no reason to shop at, say, Victoria's Secret.)
I have no idea. I figure they're entitled to their preferences, but they're missing out on a lot.