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Seven Things Quiz (for MsN.)

Seven things you plan to do before you die!!

1. Own a boat
2. Go to Egypt
3. Take my Mom to Italy
4. Take my dog to the ocean
5. Make someone happy
6. Be someone's soulmate
7. Have a pool to swim in at night

Seven things you can do!!
1. Play foosball
2. Say "go to your place" in German
3. Drive Fast
4. Think
5. Laugh
6. Play Frisbee with my dog
7. Play the drums and trumpet

Seven things you can't do!!!
1. Dance
2. Quit my job
3. Truly express myself to the one's I love
4. Trust people easily
5. Lie to my Girlfriend
6. Clean my garage without help
7. Organize stuff

Seven things that attract you to the opposite sex!! (hehe)
1. Brain
2. Sense of Humor
3. Heart
4. Lips
5. Eyes
6. Hair
7. Legs

Seven things you say most!!!
1. "I'm sorry"
2. "I hate my job"
3. "I like you a whole heck-of-a-lot"
4. "How much do you need?"
5. "Bailey, NO"
6. "Bailey, I love you"
7. "Wassup"

Seven celebrity crushes!!!
1. Jennifer Beals
2. Neve Campbell
3. Rosie O'Donnell
4. Amy Wynn-Pastor
5. Michelle Clunie
6. Erin Daniels
7. Shakira (Sha-Hottie!)

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