The Three Question Thing
Apr. 14th, 2004 09:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dwgmOK. My daughter (Wee Monkey 6) requested that I do this, so here it is, pasted into my journal...
"I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions, no more, no less. Ask me anything you want. I will answer them honestly. Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything."
(Believe me, you don't have to. But if it floats your boat, go ahead.)
Additionally, PotC fans, check out the cool drabble produced by our old friend, Radium X, who was inspired to come out and play by the Random Ship Name Generator...
“These eyes were not plucked out by a sparrow.”
Commodore Norrington steps over sprawled bodies while crewmen shroud the deceased. He ticks off points on his powdered fingers.
“Our egotistic acquaintance leaves only his name as a calling card.” A carved sparrow perched on a statue.
“He revels in plunder, not slaughter.” More steps, a corpse turned over to reveal eyeless sockets.
“And, though a brigand, I do not believe him a backstabber.” This body strung up by the heels, velvet coat pinned to the spine with a barbed dagger.
“This was done by the captain of the Traitor’s Pick”
"I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions, no more, no less. Ask me anything you want. I will answer them honestly. Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything."
(Believe me, you don't have to. But if it floats your boat, go ahead.)
Additionally, PotC fans, check out the cool drabble produced by our old friend, Radium X, who was inspired to come out and play by the Random Ship Name Generator...
“These eyes were not plucked out by a sparrow.”
Commodore Norrington steps over sprawled bodies while crewmen shroud the deceased. He ticks off points on his powdered fingers.
“Our egotistic acquaintance leaves only his name as a calling card.” A carved sparrow perched on a statue.
“He revels in plunder, not slaughter.” More steps, a corpse turned over to reveal eyeless sockets.
“And, though a brigand, I do not believe him a backstabber.” This body strung up by the heels, velvet coat pinned to the spine with a barbed dagger.
“This was done by the captain of the Traitor’s Pick”