Heb vorige week onderstaande vragenlijst via mail ontvangen. Hij komt helemaal van aan de andere kant van de oceaan. Vandaar het niet-Nederlandstalige karakter en al.
Blijkbaar is het een blog-estafette-ding.
Ik word verondersteld de vragen in te vullen en ze hier vervolgens met het publiek te delen.
Daarna moet ik het ‘stokje’ aan een andere blogger doorspelen.

Taken a picture completely naked? Neveuh.

Made out with a friend on your MySpace/Facebook/Gaydar/Linkedin page? Not yet.

Danced in front of your mirror naked? You have a problem with that?

Told a lie? It was a matter of national security.

Had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back? Yes, I’ve met my share of clueless people.

Been arrested? Nope. Several near-misses.

Made out with someone of the same sex? Mission accomplished.

Seen someone die? No.

Slept in until 5pm? All the time.

Had sex at work? That round conference table was begging for it!

Fallen asleep at work/school? Yes…. shame on me… a school trip to Poland. I slept the whole (day)time.

Held a snake? Like a pro.

Ran a red light? Yep. Red is my colour.

Been suspended from school? I’ve been trying.

Totaled your car in an accident? Two times. And, really, it wasn’t me!

Pole danced? Is my name Tanja?

Smoked? I like my salmon either way.

Been fired from a job? Nope.

Sang karaoke? Never. I respect mankind.

Laughed until a drink came out your nose? Nope. The only thing that passed through my nose while laughing was spaghetti plus sauce.

Caught a snowflake on your tongue? Is that a sexual act I don’t know about? If not, yes. If so, yes.

Kissed in the rain? Does the shower count?

Sang in the shower? Never. But kissing…

Given your private parts a nickname? Yep, but suddenly struck by amnesia.

Ever gone out without underwear? Madonna made me.

Sat on a roof top? The roof top of the VRT is fabulous. From there the only way is down.

Played chicken? I respect birdkind.

Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? Never. Although Turkey was a close call.

Broken a bone? No, I’m not that fragile.

Mooned/flashed someone? Is my name Sergio?

Shaved your head? Yes. And passed out when I saw myself in the mirror.

Slept naked? Yes… Madonna (and her crew) made me.

Played a prank on someone? Is my name David Van Ooteghem?

Had a gym membership? Yes. Doesn’t it show?

Felt like killing someone? Killing? That’s so 1998. Now we have ‘revenge’. So much so sweeter. So less traceable.

Made your girlfriend/boyfriend cry? Yes, when I told her I was more into him. And vice versa.

Cried over someone you were in love with? Yes.

Had sex more than 10 times in one day? Nearly.

Had Mexican jumping beans for pets? Come again?

Been in a band? As a band member? Or as a groupie?

Subscribed to Maxim? Go wash that filthy mouth of yours!

Taken more than 10 shots of alcohol? That’s like asking: “Ever inhaled oxygen?”

Shot a gun? Yes. And quite good at it too.

Had sex today? Yes.

Played strip poker? Today? Or yesterday?

Tripped on mushrooms? As in “I tripped on a mushroom with my shoe”?

Donated Blood? No.

Eaten alligator meat? Nope.

Ever jump out of an airplane? No. Boarding one is already difficult enough.

Have you been to more than 10 countries? Yes. And counting.

Ever wanted to have sex with a platonic friend? Only on nights when I had more than 10 shots of alcohol.