i ask this question to people when i meet new faces. their reply falls in two categories and two only and it'll provide you with all you need to know about them. now. either they answer immediately and highly enthusiastic and you know they are imaginary, outgoing and generel curious beings. or they look like DUH, let out a sick fake laugh, look nervously at their feet and you know that they are well. well, you just know.
here it is. and i like to get a little close and maybe whisper: say. for how long can you keep your eyes closed while driving on the road at night?
another question for your anthopology: how old were you when you realized your father was an idiot?
SvarSletleslie, you remember 1987 when your father beat a croatian cononel in chess in split? my father was there also. it was at the embassy and they all laughed about it.
SvarSletand four years later the JRM destroyed the city and our homes in kastela.
i wonder what the cononels son would answear to morten question?