I don't answer those questionaires anymore; the last time I did I got fixed up with this crazy redhead who tried to suffocate me with her butt, and used up all my ammo on the target range, greedy broad. I realized she had some slight character flaws when she asked me to shoot her cat, which was not too badly damaged at the time. I told her I don't like to kill things, and I don't like things to kill me, and feel that this was the point where she'd lost interest in the whole affair.

I don't think I'll be allowed to die for a while; I was born 53 years ago; but I'm still 18, much to my surprise. If I actually do die, I probably won't notice it for quite some time.

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