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Not guilty. There are many great black and white films - a ton of Akira Kurosawa's work comes to mind, Gunga Din, Beau Geste, Captain Blood, Dr. Strangelove... But a lot of those movies were made far outside Hollywood. But there is a huge amount of fabulous film done in color. Next poster knows how good Rock n Rule is.

Guilty. Doritos. Once upon a time I loved them, but the past 15 years or more they're repulsive. Cool Ranch, Nacho, whatever, ick. Next poster understands that the classic Frito® is the best Frito®.

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//With @GhostSeer's permission Rebecca turned at the pilot's call and gave a surt nod, "On it!" She called and trotted over, giving the nude woman a questioning look. The captain offered Patches a hand down, "Let's give her some room." She pointed to the Frame bay where Scyllia rested, "Go make sure your girl's okay." Captain Payarkoon started away but stopped, "Pa- Emily, good job out there today, Next time, I want you to try to keep the drone, okay? I have an idea." She could see the silent demand for an explanation on the younger pilot's face. "Later, I'm going to try and settle Patune, he's frustrated that he didn't get to fight all the frames - you know how he is. Check on Scyllis. When we get back to the fire base, get cleaned up and come to my office." The carrier's comm bell sounded and the pilot announced. "Touch down in 4 minutes, prep all BioFrames for dismount in the paddock." Payarkoon jogged toward Patune, her modest breasts bouncing and firm butt rolling gracefully as she made her way to the fidgeting BioFrame. "Easy boy, sissy's here." She called. The older woman shot a look toward the new frame where Gears had already climbed into the cockpit and started work. She called to Emily, "I'm going to ride out with him, I'll be back at my office in a while. Meet me there - I may have an idea that puts us on the offensive." //I asked GhostSeer to name and give us one cool detail about the new frame but she said she was unprepared. @WickedCadrach, to you.

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Not guilty -everyone who's tried either a manganada or jerked chicken "gets" it. Next poster has an old video game on the still play on their computer.

Guilty. Many. I have never given Chick-fil-A a penny. I won't do business with Home Depot, Walmart or most of the dollar stores. Most chain restaurants are on my "not on a bet" list, but mostly because there are way too many independent restaurants to try. I'm with @WickedCadrach. As for her accusation: guilty, if a wank counts Next poster loves McDonald's.

Guilty. Uncomfortable, amused (both ironically and utterly psychotically) and ashamed of myself for how into the fictional misery of others I can be, yes. But frightened, no. And the whole Hellraiser franchise kind of makes me wish I believed in the supernatural - Jamie Clayton can tear me apart anytime she wants. Next poster loved Sense8.

Guilty. On a beach attached to a military base. Mercifully not by her husband but a pair of similarly degenerate enlistees who gave me an "oh yeah!" and fucked off. Next poster has or does self-harm.

Guilty. Mostly leftist politics, anerchist philosophy and unschooling. Next poster owns a legitimately licensed copy of Photoshop.

Fuck, we'll make a foursome and play double's tennis in the morning. After mimosas.

Not guilty. I love obscure horror films, but not just obscure horror films. Next poster is a fan of cozy English mysteries.

Marry, just to see what kind of a ceremony and reception my two widows come up with for their reanimated husband and his murderer.

Not guilty. Was actually after high school, but I did decline anal with one girl as college freshmen (I might have turned a few tricks and my own ass was a little sore...) and it wasn't THAT appealing. But I'd smack myself that evening - it kind of got to be a thing that didn't need to be. Next poster has absolutely BOMBED a job interview and not gotten a job they know they'd have been perfect for.

I will get to Wicked's accusation in a moment, but I assure you, there are many stories my friends, relatives and acquaintances tell about me. Some of them are even not Alcohol Related Incidents. Guilty-ish. I am cautious of heights. I have parachuted. I have rock climbed. I have roofed more than 1 house. I can climb a telephone pole and have. I have had rough parachute landings. I have slid down rock faces, I have tripped in a gutter and faceplanted in the yard. I have fallen off telephone poles. That shit hurts. Scared, not exactly, but really aware of how much it can hurt if things go badly. Next poster has competed in some kind of physical contest with subjective judging (Gymnastics, Ice skating, cheer leading, dance etc)

Marry, so I can show them both what a good boy a dirty old man can be. And We have to get that next Bukkake Zombie film written!

Not guilty, or my memory has gotten shitty enough that I don't remember having an epiphany. Next poster has a clear memory of the moment they realized their parents weren't as stupid as they thought.

Fuck, Because it's fun. But I never claimed to be a dom - I am a good boy, except when I'm a dirty little slut.

Fuck, because we all know that everyone who has to explain that they're a dom, is really just a bottom waiting to be told what a good boy they are.