Lefthanded guitar, drinking is purely optional. Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. I haven't noticed anyone pestering people to do something they don't want to do, except sing.

If I see an apricot, I'm probably going to do some ballistic testing on it. The sunny orange ought to be lovely on the mint-green walls. Seriously, I don't hate apricots, even if I'll try my best to avoid eating one, and I won't throw any. They're just weird in chicken, but it's probably some English style haute quisine.




(Launching from a spoon catapult is NOT throwing.)