Quiz time!

July 18th, 2003, 5:21 PM by Goddess
boyfriend

You don’t need a boyfriend; all you need is a good vibrator.

It’s not that you hate men.

It’s not that you’d even object if one walked into your life tomorrow.

It’s just that you don’t feel an aching need to have a clueless dork with hairy armpits around, trying to cop a feel.

Your needs – and you do have them – can be met very well by a good battery-powered dildo.

FYI, it’s illegal to sell such things in some states.

And no surprise, this is the most illicit sex you’ve experienced in a while!

Do You *Need* a Boyfriend?

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Friday Five

July 18th, 2003, 9:32 AM by Goddess

1. When was the last time you cheated?

Surprisingly, never. I am fully committed to whichever loser is in my life. Unless you count the one time when I was screwing three different guys at the same time, but we all knew things weren’t exclusive. And I was just about to leave Pittsburgh at the time anyway, so why the hell not screw everyone in sight? 😉

2. When was the last time you stole?

Um, Shawn and I were klepto when we were kids. I’ll never forget the $800 worth of crap that we took from Walt Disney World in 1996. I even had a policeman trailing me as I stole a Minnie Mouse shotglass. Thanks to that trip, I own more than 70 shot glasses, 60 of which probably came from there. 🙂

3. When was the last time you lied?

The only time I lie is when I say that I am fine or that I will be fine. I hate pity, and I never want anyone to know how much I am hurting.

4. When was the last time you broke or vandalized another’s property?

I’ve broken into a few apartment buildings in my life, but that was more to stalk or snoop. Although I did use Shawn’s ex-boyfriend Dustin’s toothbrush to clean the toilet, but that was after Dustin pissed in my Paul Mitchell shampoo bottle.

5. When was the last time you hurt a loved one?

If I did it, it was inadvertently. I’m not sure what’s going on with the world, but we’re all so damned touchy anymore (I include myself in this statement). And I never truly tell people how much they’ve hurt me, when they’ve done it, so I can only imagine that people may not be giving me the full story to any acts of assholitry that I might have committed. And this is assuming that I’ve hurt their feelings. Physically hurting someone, well, I might have sucker punched a few people in my day, and there was that time I Maced Shawn in Alan’s car back in 1994. … 😉