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dingey
Name: dingey q sexton
Aliases: amy, zingo m. bleu, la cosa feroce, hey whitey
Zoological sign: a crab riding a horse
Agist: none of your beeswaxist, which should actually tell you a lot.
What is your homeland, Usul: Germany, the Austro-Hungarian empire, Russia, Ireland and unknown via vital vigorous Vicksburg.
Size: Ample
Status: sophisticated bitch
Erotic vantasy: shag-lined econoline
First person to die in a horror movie: the one on top of the sexual coupling
Pets: Yes. Three cats and an incredibly old and gigantic goldfish named Mr. Tickles (formerly “Prickly Pete”) who absolutely refuses to die.
Bands: Garter-style
Sweatpants in public: Yes. Dammit. I’m shameless. I don’t do it as much as I used to though, since it’s more appalling to see a woman who’s none-of-your-beeswax-old shuffling through harding’s in purple sweats with an exhausted waistband….
Records or cassettes: Dollars to donuts
Life expectancy: Unknown. Ancestors have hella longevity, but also lacked certain habits enjoyed by yers truly……
Kids or pets: Critters trump humans.
Death by: gluttony, hopefully
First computer owned: a second-hand blueberry iMac
What you stare at most in an eligible mate: Nape, forearms, laugh
Favorite song in a commercial: Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow…..
Warship: Make or model does not matter, as long as I can occupy the poop deck.
Eat salad: You don’t make friends with salad. Nevertheless, I eat it nearly everyday.
Worst time on drugs: Oooooooh. I was already having the only really bad time that I'd ever had while expanding the pupils....the phone rings and I pick it up on the chance that it’s a certain buddy, and it was MOM. D’ooooooh.
First person to tell you who Sanny Claus was: Me.
Love or hate: Love-n-Haight.
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