No I'm not, thank god (er, sorry JD)
No I'm not. I love that apparently anybody over the age of 70 has black and white photos on their wall of old stuff like Muhammad Ali.
Last time I checked I wasn't. This just reminds me, oddly, of that scene in Juno where she's flinging the pregnancy test all around the shopping mart. You know, the test she just peed on. And that reminds me of Rainn Wilson, which is an unfortunate happening any day of the week.
Not twins, anyway.
This is my absolute favourite. Always has been since that advertising campaign started a few years back. Quite inspired, actually. Alas, no. No I do not.
Eep, maybe! I don't eat red meat anywhere near as much as I used since moving out of home a long time ago.
I did not so I can't have mad cow disease. Hurray!
Thanks! I can now dona... oh, wait. There's a hidden mystery question that they failed to ask. So, as the Red Cross fail to ask it up front let me put it here in case you are unaware:
Okay, so I paraphrased a bit there, but I think you get the picture.