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School of Health Sciences, UTas, Campbell Street. September 2013.

The Wackadoo Meme, part 1


1.] What age is your youngest aunt?

Cripes. I'm not sure. Somewhere abouts the mid- to late- 40s I'd guess.


2.] Do you miss someone right now?

My babies.


3.] What can you see North West to you?

The Tasmanian Riviera!



4.] Do you like bowling?

In small doses.



5.] Can you pronounce Italian words?

Non molto bene.



6.] Do you prefer black or beige coloured jackets?

Darker would be better.



7.] Do you own a hoodie?

I own a few.



8.] Do you like roasting marshmallows on a bonfire?

I do indeed.



9.] Do you like cheesy puffs?

What are they?



10.] What's your name without vowels?

Krs McCrckn.



11.] How many layers of clothing are you wearing?

Approximately a half.



12.] When was the last time you got a take away? What did you have?

A few weeks back the boys and I got some hot chips and potato cakes.



13.] If you could climb any mountain or range which would you choose?

The Elbsandsteingebirge.



14.] Do you alphabetically arrange anything in your room? What?

Socks.



15.] Have you ever visited fat-pie [dot] [com]?

No.



16.] Do you prefer sweet or sour fruits?

Sour.



17.] Do you like Flo Rida? Which song of his?

Pass.



18.] How are your dancing skills?

Mediocre.



19.] What is your favourite number?

7.



20.] Describe your best friend to me?

Lovely.



21.] What is your favourite alcoholic drink?

Cider.



22.] Do you do any sports or have you done any sport professionally?

Not professionally.



23.] What is your ringtone?

An old fashioned phone.



24.] Do you like chilli flavoured chips/crisps?

Indeed I do.



25.] Do you curl or straighten your hair?

Neither,



26.] What's the nicest smell of shampoo?

Stout.



27.] What smell turns you on? How about turns you off?

Clean ladies = good; filthy ladies = bad.



28.] Who's your favourite comedian?

Stewart Lee.



29.] RnB or Reggae?

Astral cowboy.



School of Health Sciences, UTas, Campbell Street. September 2013.

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