August 23, 2017
It’s time to get warmed up and get back into the swing of things and what better way than something nice, quiet, simple and slow, kind of like my ex-boyfriend. But he wasn’t slow. No, he was fast… too fast if you catch my drift. Love ya, Haney! So what this is all about is that, on Facebook and social media in general, people have no shame and will ask a complete stranger anything. Luckily for me, I have no shame either and love to answer random, strange questions. I found these questions on my Facebook timeline. And now, I’m answering them. Sounds like a plan, right? Not as good a plan as pancakes would be, but this will work for now. Thoughts and comments are welcome. Let’s do this…
Who eats canned potatoes?
People who want potatoes with their meal, but are too lazy to peel them. Just buy them in a can instead and problems solved.
Name a word or phrase that people use that you can’t stand.
“You know what I’m saying”, “working hard or hardly working?”, “BAE”, “Hello”…
Do you think every night should end with a goodnight kiss?
Only if he’s really cute and a good kisser.
If you melt dry ice, can you swim without getting wet?
It would take a lot of melted dry ice to fill up a pool big enough to swim in. And isn’t that stuff supposed to be dangerous to skin exposure like it’ll eat the skin off the bones or something? I flunked chemistry in school so I don’t know. More questions here than answers so I’ll just say… maybe.
Why is it so difficult to find a place where I feel like I belong?
Because you haven’t quite realized yet that “belonging” isn’t important and doesn’t matter. Being yourself and true to what’s inside of you is what matters. Don’t be a “them”, but be a “You” instead. I’d personally rather be the wolf than the liberal democratic supporter, aka “sheep” anytime.
Why do people stand so close to people in lines?
They’re trying to pick pockets and cop a feel on the butt of the person in front of them. No wait, that’s just me. No idea why people like to stand up on top of you when in a line, but they need to stop.
But what about Dragons?
Puff was a Magic Dragon. He got dumped by Little Jackie Paper and left to die in the streets, alone and broken. He cried. I cried. Jackie dropped out of rehab, got beaten senseless in a bar fight in Calgary, Alberta Canada and now works as a fudge packer in Sacramento. Damn you Jackie Paper. We love you, Puff!
Do you believe in fate?
I do actually. Our lives are charted and planned, but we change things with our decisions. And fate is God’s way of getting us back on track and where we need to be.
Why do we call them “fingers”? Has anyone ever seen them fing?
Why do we call them “Foo Fighters”? Has anyone ever seen them fight foo?
Why is it when I say I didn’t even get carded my husband says you’re old now?
Because he’s right and you’re getting as old as dirt. Even the clerks don’t care to lie to you anymore to make you feel good. It’s just “give me your money and leave, you decrepit old hag!”. Hate it when that happens.
And that’s enough of this. A good start and a nice Facebook Q&A for the day. Any comments, thoughts, questions, etc., let me know. I love Feedback. Thank you for reading and I’ll catch you on the flip side. Until the next time…