To tell the truth, I was deathly afraid I’d end up something uncool, like a spork. I’d much rather be the slotted spoon you use to mix sugar with absinthe…I actually have one of those. Still can’t stand absinthe, although the people at La Fee are very nice.
You Are a Fork |
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People find your honesty to be a bit piercing at times. You are driven and wildly ambitious. You know what you want, and you take the most direct path to getting it. |
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You are precise, determined, and detail oriented.
You mean what you say, and you say what you mean.
You enjoy taking risks and living on the edge.
You are a controversial person. You opinions tend to be divisive.
I’m a knife . . .
Oh, boy
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I am a knife too.
I can see that.
People see you as exotic, unusual, and even a bit intimidating.
You are a difficult person to figure out.
In truth, you try to live a very simple life.
But most people are too frenzied to recognize the beauty of your simplicity.
Guess what utensil I am.
Fish fork?
Fork, me.
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Not if you begged.
I’m chopsticks. Which I believe are technically two utensils.
Me am chopsticks, too, like alejna, and silverstar. It’s probably nice you have some simple friends. ;)
Chopsticks
People see you as exotic, unusual, and even a bit intimidating.
You are a difficult person to figure out.
In truth, you try to live a very simple life.
But most people are too frenzied to recognize the beauty of your simplicity.
Hmmm … What say you?
I think it sounds relatively accurate, actually.
But maybe those cheater chopsticks that are joined like tongs are just one utensil?
“Not if you begged.”
Changed your meds again, have they?
Only in your wildest, weirdest, and wettest dreams was THAT ever going to happen.
You mean yours, don’t you? PS; spooning is also out, for obvious reasons.
So … you’re saying my only option is to knife you?
Well I could spork you, I suppose … maybe chopstick you … but that’d be some messy.
Are you joking? See this eleven-foot-pole I have? It’s for keeping you away.
And it’s nearly as effective as the few-hundred-kilometre distance I’ve been maintaining between us.
Size queen.
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