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The Friday Five on a Sunday
1. First time you cooked for someone else?
I don't remember. I would have been an adult. My family didn't teach me to cook. I could bake a cake or cookies by the time I left home, but I couldn't make a meal. It was likely to have been something very simple, like pasta with sauce, or a grilled cheese sandwich.
2. First time you threw up in someone else's toilet?
I haven't thrown up very many times in my life, and have mostly done so at home, once or twice outside. I really hate vomiting.
3. First time you did anything illegal?
This will be something very boring, like breaking the speed limit.
4. First time you saw snow/the ocean (whichever is more exotic)?
Lol, I grew up next to the ocean. I was eight when I first saw snow, at my maternal grandparents’ house. It was magical. The flakes were huge and diverse, and I can remember marvelling at the silence as they fell.
5. First thought when I say "crumple-horned snorcack"?
My brain conjures something that looks a bit like Allie Brosh's Alot.
I don't remember. I would have been an adult. My family didn't teach me to cook. I could bake a cake or cookies by the time I left home, but I couldn't make a meal. It was likely to have been something very simple, like pasta with sauce, or a grilled cheese sandwich.
2. First time you threw up in someone else's toilet?
I haven't thrown up very many times in my life, and have mostly done so at home, once or twice outside. I really hate vomiting.
3. First time you did anything illegal?
This will be something very boring, like breaking the speed limit.
4. First time you saw snow/the ocean (whichever is more exotic)?
Lol, I grew up next to the ocean. I was eight when I first saw snow, at my maternal grandparents’ house. It was magical. The flakes were huge and diverse, and I can remember marvelling at the silence as they fell.
5. First thought when I say "crumple-horned snorcack"?
My brain conjures something that looks a bit like Allie Brosh's Alot.
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