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Spreading the disease
Comment & I'll:
1) Tell you why I friended you
2) Associate you with a song/movie
3) Tell a random fact about you
4) Tell a first memory about you
5) Associate you with an animal/fruit
6) Ask something I've always wanted to know about you
7) In retort, you MUST spread this disease in your LJ.
In other news, I can't believe I have nothing better to write about.
EDIT: Okay, here's something better: I witnessed a baby swap on the bus.
What happened was this (watch as the pea goes under the cup): Third stop (Markt), lady (youngish, long red hair, wearing white and black camo pants) gets on bus with baby in baby carriage. All normal, okay. Seven stops later (Einkaufzenter), lady gets off bus. Alone. huh? At the baby carriage is another woman (short black hair, tan coat), who gets off two stops later (Siedlerweg) with baby and carriage in tow...
There could be a perfectly normal, sane explanation for this, but I can't think what it could be. Like, maybe one lady was a babysitter and or something, and baby-watch shift change. But seriously, why on a freaking bus? So I much prefer the explanation that both women are secret government workers, and the baby is a high-tech genius alien robot prodigy from the future with sekritt government world-takeover plans cleverly hidden in a highly refined brain disguised as a bobble hat. Plan Kukucksuhrwerkschneckeunterbirkenstocken.
It's all a plan to stop those disloyal young men who won't join the army, ingeniously involving diaper bombs andpedophiles pacifists things that babies suck on. And covert surveillience from unexpected places...
Comment & I'll:
1) Tell you why I friended you
2) Associate you with a song/movie
3) Tell a random fact about you
4) Tell a first memory about you
5) Associate you with an animal/fruit
6) Ask something I've always wanted to know about you
7) In retort, you MUST spread this disease in your LJ.
In other news, I can't believe I have nothing better to write about.
EDIT: Okay, here's something better: I witnessed a baby swap on the bus.
What happened was this (watch as the pea goes under the cup): Third stop (Markt), lady (youngish, long red hair, wearing white and black camo pants) gets on bus with baby in baby carriage. All normal, okay. Seven stops later (Einkaufzenter), lady gets off bus. Alone. huh? At the baby carriage is another woman (short black hair, tan coat), who gets off two stops later (Siedlerweg) with baby and carriage in tow...
There could be a perfectly normal, sane explanation for this, but I can't think what it could be. Like, maybe one lady was a babysitter and or something, and baby-watch shift change. But seriously, why on a freaking bus? So I much prefer the explanation that both women are secret government workers, and the baby is a high-tech genius alien robot prodigy from the future with sekritt government world-takeover plans cleverly hidden in a highly refined brain disguised as a bobble hat. Plan Kukucksuhrwerkschneckeunterbirkenstocken.
It's all a plan to stop those disloyal young men who won't join the army, ingeniously involving diaper bombs and
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Date: 2007-01-29 06:41 am (UTC)And fill out that thing up there for me. *nods*
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Date: 2007-01-30 04:30 pm (UTC)2) Oh. Oh. You are Dawn by Stabbing Westward don't kill me. Or perhaps Endlessly by Muse. Damn you, I have a playist called 'Riley' and another called 'Eros', I'm supposed to pick one song?
3) Yoooouuu hate science.
4) See 1. You were reading it, in Mrs. Cole's classroom, I think. Other than that nearly landing on you after jumping off the swingset screaming 'Just do it'.
5) You're a bird, I think, a sparrow or a swallow. Raspberry.
6) Um. uu-uum. Think think. Pretty much wtf were you thinking when you 'friended' me.
7) In REPLY, you MUST spread this disease in your LJ. yay.
Hello and nice to see you lurking around here. What brought you out of the woodwork? Also thanks for the hot guys in my inbox. *whistles innocently* (You look so happy, awwwwwwwwww. *is goo*)
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Date: 2007-02-01 02:36 pm (UTC)