Some stupid ass questionare I got in an email, thought I would answer it with a twist.

Mar 11, 2005 22:55

LAYER ONE
-- Name: You wanna find out? Come try.
-- Birthdate: If I told you, I'd have to kill you
-- Birthplace: America, thats all you need to know.
-- Current Location: Alaba,a vicinity
-- Eye Color: brown
-- Hair Color: brown
-- Height: 6'1
-- Righty or Lefty: Righty, then a hook, then a jab.
-- Zodiac Sign: only zodiac I know is the damm boat the SEALs have with twin .50 cal machine guns.

LAYER TWO: On The Inside
-- Your heritage: irish, italian. Thats it.
-- The shoes you wore today: comabt patrol boots
-- Your weakness: my inability to know I have no weakness
-- Your fears: that I wont become a rich white man and destroy the terrorist of the world
-- Your perfect pizza: slice of al-quaida, with a little blood sauce.
-- Goal you'd like to achieve: Billionare.

LAYER THREE: Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
-- Your most overused phrase: Kill em, Kill em all.
-- Your thoughts first waking up: Who wants to go visit God today.
-- Your best physical feature: accuracy with a rifle from 670 yards away.
-- Your bedtime: when the mission is complete, when the mission...is....complete.
-- Your most missed memory: I was taught not to have any recolations of the past, forget and move on.
LAYER FOUR: Your Pick
-- Pepsi or Coke: Corona
-- McDonald's or Burger King: Rather eat shit
-- Single or group dates: neither, I look out for number 1
-- Adidas or Nike: nieither, they both represent niggers.
-- Chocolate or vanilla: WHITE POWER WHITE POWER, i mean vanilla.
-- Cappuccino or coffee: handful of coffe beans

LAYER FIVE: Do You?
-- Smoke: human beings
-- Cuss: what you think mother fucker?
-- Have a crush(es): yes, bones against concrete
-- Do you think you've been in love: everytime i hear the recoil of a rifle, or empty casing fall to the ground
-- Want to go to college: Im there right now, prick.
-- Like high school: does a queer suck dick?
-- Want to get married: not in this lifetime bitch
-- Believe in yourself: if I didnt, who would.
-- Get motion sickness: after I fight 4 people in a row.
-- Think you're a health freak?: hmmm, depends if you mean healthy has in alive
-- Get along with your parents: most definatly
-- Like thunderstorms: yes, good to hunt in.
-- Play an instrument:ya, death.

LAYER SIX: In the past month...
-- Drank alcohol: when needed
-- Smoked: humans
-- Done a drug: sacrfice?
-- Gone on a date: depends
-- Gone to the mall: is martin luther kind a nigger?
-- Ate an entire box of Oreos: ya she was nice too.
-- Eaten sushi: ate it smelled it done it all
-- Been on stage: yes, and the hanging went nice
-- Been dumped: no, too many threats
-- Gone skating: played ice hockey.
-- Made homemade cookies: yes, with a lil touch of something special
-- Gone skinny dipping: ya, night recon at 0300, infiltration of a boat house.
-- Dyed your hair: my enimies blood
-- Stolen anything: lives

LAYER SEVEN: Ever.
-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: indeed
-- Been caught "doing something" : indeed
-- Been called a tease: ya, but I call it tourture
-- Gotten beaten up: yes, but atleast in the end, I wasnt the one who lost their life.
-- Shoplifted: classified

LAYER EIGHT: Getting Older
-- Names of Children: no childern
-- How do you want to die: bullet to the head, and 100 terrorist dead around me
-- What do you want to be when you grow up: an asshole
-- What country would you most like to visit: america, the restsuck.

LAYER NINE: In a partner
-- Best eye color?: none
-- Best hair color?: none
-- Short or long hair: non
-- Height: none

LAYER TEN: In The Numbers...
-- Number of drugs taken illegally: none
-- Number of people I could trust with my life: a few, but I wont tell you to endanger their lives
-- Number of songs on your iPod: dont have one of those pieces of shit
-- Number of piercings: 0, I am something we call a man
-- Number of tattoos: 1, Shcutzstaffel
-- Number of times my name has appeared in the news paper: never, or has it?
-- Number of things in my past that I regret: too many people still living.
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