Love, Like, Hate or Dislike?

[Maryd.]

Er, not a big fan... All the women hate me when I say that. But no, dislike him.

Satan

[Satan]

Oh, I love myself.

Clint Eastwood?

[Maryd.]

Yes, when I was young girl, I had a thing for Clint Eastwood (I would always say - Clint, make my day)

John Wayne?

[Satan]

The old man still delivers. I can see why you had a thing for him.

Liked Wayne.

Robbie Williams?

[Maryd.]

Yes, but don't tell anyone.

Pink?

[Satan]

Looks great on girls. Love it. Or it is Pink, the singer? If yes, eww! No.

Steelheart?

[Maryd.]

The band, sorry don't know them at all, so have to say no.

Prince... Or the symbol, or whatever he calls himself these days?

[Satan]

He was ok.

Marilyn Manson? Please tell me you hate him. He changed the adorable Evan Rachel Wood into something else.

[Maryd.]

Alright, alright, I hate him. Or was he a she? Or... Ar, never mind. He didn't do enough for the musical industry anyway.

Boy George. (Sorry they seem to marry up...)

[papayahed]

Like


Lemonade?

[Satan]

Like

Tequila?

[Maryd.]

Our cat's name is Tequila. Hahahaha.

So love.

Sweet red wine.

[DanielBenoit]

mornings?

[Maryd.]

Love mornings.

Late nights.

[DanielBenoit]

A strange kind of love: They bring me surreal inspiratoin and intuition. But then again, I become catasrophically depressed.

Summer afternoons? (hey Mary, since you live in Austrailia, is it summer there?)