Those damn Moomins. I don't want to hear about them any more. I could vomit on the Moomintrolls.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I was making Molotov cocktails long before I knew the name for them.
My guilty pleasure is Flamin' Hot Cheetos.
I love movin'. I was observant growing up, watching Michael Jackson and John Travolta. I'd close my eyes, see the moves.
I'm not recognised that much. I'm just a bald man in glasses and there's a rash of them in Dublin. It'd be different if I had a mohican.
A molcajete is a stone mortar and pestle from Mexico. They're great for grinding spices and making salsa and guacamole because they give everything a nice coarse and rustic feel. I've never collected anything, but I think I might start collecting these because each one is decorated differently.
Muftis and bishops should be like ripe camembert cheeses - a bit on the nose and not for the faint-hearted, but memorable!
I can't live without mousse. When my hair is damp I put it at the roots. When I blow dry my hair it makes it so much bouncier. It gives you shampoo commercial hair and makes your blowout so much better.
Moo may represent an idea, but only the cow knows.
I never, ever, ever had deltoids! Oh my God, when I'm doing exercises and I see them pop out, I'm like, Yes!
I wish I wasn't eating Cheetos every night. Those are my favorite - I'm addicted to them!