When Eggs Go Bad...: Revelations 9

Yay! I've finally been tagged by the lovely Vivien. So here goes...

Nine Quirky Things About Lola

I cannot bear to have my neck touched. It even freaks me out when Mr B does it.
All of my fingers and toes are double-jointed. I can bend them at the top knuckle, and I can also bend my fingers at the second knuckle without bending them at the top knuckle. Go on, try it. See, I'm special.
I frequently burp the words: "Luke, I am your father."
Like my mother, I love the smell of gasoline.
I have an obsession with squeezing blackheads. Mine, other people's...
I tweeze my grey pubes.
I honest to God could take or leave chocolate.
My arse is apparently irresistible. Apart from its obvious attraction for Mr B, I have been bitten there by a goose and by my sister when she was a toddler. With very sharp teeth. I still have a scar.
I like to make up slightly rude lyrics to popular tunes. I can make up whole verses on the spot, and generally get at least one person within earshot to laugh out loud.

That was fun! I should do this more often. Next time... NINETY odd things about me. Oh yeah, I've got enough material for that and more.

Absolutely fantastic! I am still laughing - you are definitely special!!

So with you on 5,7 and 9. We have to be twins separated at birth and 2 years apart. ;)

Can't wait for more Lola info. You are so cool! I want to be just like you.

I like the smell of gasoline too! These days, of course, I make my hubby pump gas though!

"Luke, I am your father" -- Lola, I am laughing myself silly over here. I loved this list. More! More!

Oh so not with you on the chocolate, you wierdo. I'd love to hear one of those songs.

I need some new information. I think I knew all that, well, maybe not the neck thing, but then again, I never attempted to kiss it.

That's was funny! Your a great writer. I'm sorry for all of your losses, I hope this one is it!

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