| In a Past Life... |
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[Horked from the foxy Headcase]
| In a Past Life... |
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If I use my full title:
You Were: A Forlorn Philosopher.
Where You Lived: Central Africa.
How You Died: Suicide.
If I just use my position:
You Were: A Famous Magician.
Where You Lived: Italy.
How You Died: Typhoid fever.
Interestingly, typing in your current profession and the results it spits out have nothing in common with one another.
Oh, and in case you were wondering, I’m also “Chocolate Chip Ice Cream”. That one at least isn’t random.
Incompatible with Strawberry Ice Cream,
Dix




Broad said: My pleasure. Eat up and enjoy! ...[go].
m said: I started making it last night and started eating it during the game. And a bowl before bed. And a… ...[go].
Broad said: Does Girlie even do cabbage? Because I’ll whip up a pot of that bizznatch, and we will RAGE at its… ...[go].
Curlie said: your funny. sounds good...so is it safe to assume there will be a pot or half a pot waiting for… ...[go].
Broad said: Day nada—we’re nothing if not service-y here over at Chez Broad. Thing is, when you can’t stop eating it, you… ...[go].







I could totally see you as a happy-go-lucky assassin.
Do you get dental with that?