By now, I'm quite positive you regret asking all these questions and are ready for it to end. Alas, friends, today is the last batch of questions answered and again, it's a tag team effort with the hubs adding his 2 cents. Tomorrow, a very special tribute you don't want to miss (or maybe you do...hell...I dont know).
Kelly Dexter asks: You have to get a tattoo. On your face. You are not allowed to wear hooded garments, and you are most certainly not allowed to style your hair like Cousin It. What is your ink of choice?
CL: I would ask for "Born to be rad," but indoubtedly, the dude would f@ck it up and it would forever say "Born to be rud." Then I would spend the remainder of my life explaining the mix-up, until eventually just saying I wanted "Born to be rud."
EG: Easy. I would get the word SUCKHOLE tattooed on my face with my mouth being the O.
Nathalie asks: Does the nature of your posts change with your mood/amount of clothing you wear/weather outside?
CL: Only by the amount of clothing. I tend to overdress almost always, but if I break out the shorts and knee highs, it's bound to get freaky all up in heeya.
EG: Nope. I only post when Candyland lets me so I gotta give it my 100% every time out. All or nothing from this guy.
CL: Don't I know it...
Carolyn V. asks: What type of writing shoes do you wear? And do you paint your toenails to match said writer shoes?
CL: I wear a special shoe called a sock and my though my toes are painted the shade of my heart right now, that could change on any given day.
EG: Does Nike make writing shoes? I only have skate shoes and a pair of running shoes but typically Candyland creates her post in the evening so I'm either barefoot hippie style or wearing house shoes suburban dad style.
Erin MacPherson asks: What would you do tonight if you were given $100, a bottle of Pinot Noir and a rubber chicken?
CL: That's easy. I'd head to the local strip club after having a few drinks, turn $100 into herpes and tip with a rubber chicken.
EG: Classy Candyland. I would find a dark alley, spend the hundo on some hallucinogenics and record the nights events. I'm sure the chicken and I could become miscreants and the tales of the hubs and chicken could become legendary in these parts.
CL: I can't even respond to that nonsense.
Sharon K. Mayhew asks: Would you ever cover your naked body with sushi?
CL: Not sushi, but Chipotle burritos.
EG: Heading to Chipotle, be right back.............................
Talei asks: What is your idea of the perfect evening?
CL: Tweetbooking, FaceSpacing and Myblogging about my NYT bestseller while eating frosting from the container with my fingers, in my jammies and robe, watching Chelsea Lately (Not that I've thought about it or anything...).
EG: I would finish up a sunny and sick day of snowboarding with a ceasar salad, new york strip steak and an oregon brewed wheat beer, shower and head off to see The Used and New Medicine where we have VIP access and tell all the band whores to go f*ck themselves. Then (I hope) to end up in a hot tub with Candyland and some champagne (not that I've though about it or anything...).
Kelly asks: If Matt Brady was actually a vampire and Bert McCracken was a singing werewolf, who would you choose?
CL: Find something to make me bleed and wait for the pain best dream ever.
EG: Wait for Candyland to wake up.
Robyn Campbell asks: Candy, what is a hoopty?
CL: The car my pops had me drive to school once, and only once..
EG: Ha! I think its a car that should have died and keeps living...like the multi-colored, dented, rusted, spare-tire rocking rides in east Dayton.
There you have it my lovelies. Three days' posts full of crappage. If you're still following, thank you. I promise not to put you through that for awhile as long as you rub my back tonight. Oh and I conducted an experiment re: yesterday's search results. Turns out, "chocolate man in candyland" is a very popular phrase...(click to see larger)
Though, I'd much rather have you all find me by typing this:
However you get here, thanks. And until tomorrow, what would *you* do with $100, a bottle of Pinot Noir and a rubber chicken?
Candyland +Hubs. OUT.