I lifted this meme dealio from Facebook. The rules are that you are ONLY allowed to answer Yes or No, and your are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone messages you or comments.
But, I'M A REBEL, MAN! Don't try and fence me in! I'll 'splain if I wants to!
Meme rules crack me up, anyway. I mean, come on, y'all.
Alright, here goes.
Kissed any one of your Facebook friends? Yes. My husband and my kids.
Been arrested? Yes.
Kissed someone you didn't like? Yes. His name was Joe Hinton.
And my sister made up a rhyme about him: Joe Hinton, always hintin' for
nookie nookie, when he should be reading a bookie bookie.
Slept in until 5 PM? No. But I've gone to bed for the evening at 6pm. You remember that I'm delicate?
Fallen asleep at work/school? No.
Held a snake? Yes! I love snakes!
Ran a red light? God, I hope not.
Been suspended from school? No.
Experienced love at first sight? No. But I've experienced being highly interested at first sight.
Totaled your car in an accident? No! Man, I hope this meme doesn't jinx me.
Been fired from a job? Nope.
Fired somebody? Yes. At Enterprise Answering Service. It took 3 of us to do it. We were a'skeered of her.
Sang karaoke? No.
Pointed a gun at someone? No! God!
Done something you told yourself you wouldn't? Yes. Usually involving a second piece of cake. Or third.
Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? Yes.
Caught a snowflake on your tongue? Yes.
Kissed in the rain? Probably. Maybe. I mean, I've done my share of kissing. But a specific instance of rainy kissing does not spring to mind.
Had a close brush with death (your own)? Nope.
Seen someone die? Christ! This meme is a downer! No, I have not seen anyone die, unless you count dogs/cats.
Sang in the shower? Yes. Happily. Loudly. Badly.
Smoked a cigarette? Yes. Whole packs, even. But not for many years.
Sat on a rooftop? Yes. And kicked off the moss. And a few of the verses, they got me quite cross.
Taken pictures of yourself naked? Oh come on. Who hasn't?
Smuggled something into another country? Yes. Cuban cigars. Over the Canadian-U.S. border. Josh encouraged me.
Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes? No. That would piss me off.
Broken a bone? Yes. Collarbone in 3rd grade, wrist in 5th grade.
Sleepwalked? No.
Walked a moonlit beach? Yes. You gotta watch out for all those little ghost crabs. I'm petrified of stepping on them.
Rode a motorcycle? Yes. Scary!
Dumped someone? Yes.
Forgotten your anniversary? Never! I get to go out for sushi on my anniversary!
Lied to avoid a ticket? No.
Ridden on a helicopter? No. Helicopters are dangerous!
Shaved your head? No.
Blacked out from drinking? No.
Played a prank on someone? Yes.
Hit a home run? Hahahahahahaha. Excuse me while I wipe tears of mirth from my eyes. No.
Felt like killing someone? Only in a hyperbolic sense. Not in a "filled with murderous rage" sense.
Cross-dressed? No.
Been falling-down drunk? Yes. I don't recommend it.
Made your girlfriend/boyfriend cry? Yes. Aw. I still feel bad.
Eaten snake? Ew. No.
Marched/Protested? Yes.
Had Mexican jumping beans for pets? What kind of a lame-ass question is that?
Puked on amusement ride? No, because I don't GO on amusement park rides because I might PUKE on amusement park rides.
Seriously & intentionally boycotted something? Yes, for maybe a week until I got distracted. So I guess that doesn't fall into the "seriously" category.
Been in a band? Negatori.
Knitted? Yes, but only easy stuff like scarves.
Been on TV? Nope.
Shot a gun? Yes. Target practice. But not for a long time.
Skinny-dipped? That's a big 10-4.
Gave someone stitches? No, but I am an avid fan of the
Discovery Health channel and I am certain that I could stitch a wound,
deliver a baby, and possibly do an emergency tracheotomy.(I just googled that last one to review the procedure and make sure that I am still "qualified.")
Had stitches yourself (not from surgery)? Yes. Nothing serious.
Eaten a whole habanero pepper? Nah.
Ridden a surfboard? No.
Drank straight from a liquor bottle? I think so. Back in the day.
Had surgery? Yes. Y'all remember the summer of 2007, don'tcha?
Streaked? ZOMG yes, on the grounds of the National Cathedral when I was 16 or 17.
Taken by ambulance to hospital? Nay.
Tripped on mushrooms? Alright, enough with the prying into my carefree youth.
Passed out when not drinking? Yes, from heat, on more than one occasion. How often do I have to explain that I am delicate and need to be pampered?
Peed on a bush? No, because my anatomy is not conducive to that sort of activity.
Donated Blood? Yup.
Grabbed electric fence? No. Do people DO that?
Eaten alligator meat? Ew. No.
Eaten cheesecake? Yeah, but I don't really like it that much.
Eaten your kids' Halloween candy? Hell, yes. Why else do we have kids?
Killed an animal when not hunting? Yes. Just this morning I ran over a chipmunk, the poor little thing.
Peed your pants in public? Yes. First grade. Sister Ronald Mary's class.
Snuck into a movie without paying? No. I am rather strait-laced in that regard.
Written graffiti? Yes.
Still love someone you shouldn't? What, you mean like a married man or something? Oh hell no.
Sleep on a certain side of the bed? Yes, but as far as a last question goes, this one seems sort of anti-climactic.






