And I was...
Congratulations, meet your dream date ....
Well I'm Spike, the Big Bad. You look mighty tasty, you pretty little thing. I've planned an evening of fine wines, dirty dancing, and mindless violence. We may even take in a politician or two. If you're very good, I may let you die quickly. Please be bad. Before I eat you, here are some shots of handsome old me ...
Mine was... strangly enough...
You're a rebel with a capital yeow! But even though your closet is chock-full of skeletons, you've also got a side that's mushier than the softer side of Sears. Maybe it's that special someone who holds the key to your rapidly expanding heart--and hey, if the Grinch can turn things around, we've got faith in you.
I really don't think that's me, but that's what it said... (plus, I'm a girl!)
