If someone made a statue of you, in which pose would you like to be?
What perfume/cologne does your best friend wear?
Name something satisfying about your work.
What was the last excuse you made, and why did you need to make it?
Complete this sentence: I wonder why _________________.
All right. As promised...
Appetizer: if someone made a statue of us, we'd want it posed in the Sharon Stone Basic Instinct position.
Salad: Oyedo, by Diptyque. Come on—he's gay and rich!
Soup: lowercasing seasons.
Main Course: honestly, the mind reels trying to come up with an answer for this one. We've got a better question: What was the last excuse you made that wasn't actually an excuse but the truth? To which we would answer, We don't remember much about when we were three.
Dessert: I wonder why I just answered these fucking questions.
So, there you go! Interesting, no? No, of course not. This shit never is. Now forward this on to 40 friends or be prepared for a giant robot to break through your window at 3am and force you to play Simon until you can't tell blue from red from green from yellow.