Sasha: What's a boyfriend?
Andrew: It's man who loves you, but not your Daddy.
Mommie: Would you like some dessert?
Andrew: Sure!
Mommie, handing Andrew a fruit: Here you go.
Andrew, waving Mommie away: I thought you meant real dessert!
Andrew: Mommie, how tall were you when you were 16?
Mommie, at a loss: I don't remember.
Andrew: What about when you were 10?
Mommie: Sasha, you are so delicious, I just want to eat you up!
Sasha: Mommie, you can't eat me up -- I have blood inside myself.
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- Ira
- o I enjoy shocking people o I’ve always wanted an older brother o I like the sound and smell of fire o I wish I had a magic carpet because I love traveling o I detest literary theory and sci-fi o Bluntness and kept promises instill trust o Dance is proof of music’s immense power o Fake modesty and feigned interest irk me o I remember a vacation my family took when I was three o I have always loved trying on shoes o The most disgusting food I was force-fed was skin off a chicken leg o I don’t like surprises or occasion presents, yet love unpredictability and gifts for no reason o I need to have “alone time” o I prefer simple to outrageous; complicated to boring o I like checklists and agendas, but rarely follow them o I resent menus in foreign languages but adore ethnic cuisine o I change my mind o Old people often approach me o I am stubborn and can only learn from own mistakes o Intimate conversations win over loud parties o Amusement-park rides don’t agree with me o I like my coffee strong and chocolate dark o No artificial sweetener or bacon o Not too many ruffles or flowers o No hotel art or paisley pattern
