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All About Me, Or Maybe Not

(Image is Tropical Storm Andrea)
I saw this tag on my sister-in-law's sister's blog and thought it was cool. Check out her results here.

Instructions: Go to Google (or whichever search engine you prefer) and type in your first name and the phrase. Copy and paste the first sentence/phrase you get that makes sense. Please keep in mind that these are search results and not actual facts. You can get some pretty wacky stuff. I tag anyone who wants to do it! (trust me, it's fun)

Q: Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search
A: andrea needs some help finding stalker songs

Q: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search
A: Andrea looks like me! I'm not a fan but she really looks like me!

Q: Type in "[your name] says" in Google search.
A: Andrea Says Revolt

Q: Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search
A: Andrea wants parents to keep their kids in rear-facing car seats longer....

Q: Type in "[your name] does" in Google search
A: When in Rome, do as Andrea does.

Q: Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search
A: Andrea HATES Luke's My Bad Segment by onthebubblenews.

Q: Type in "[your name] asks" in Google search
A: Andrea asks for right to dilute stock.

Q: Type in "[your name] goes" in Google search
A: Andrea goes a bit psycho from Sunday Mirror in News provided free by Find Articles.

Q: Type in "[your name] likes " in Google search.
A: {andrea likes}: cupcake wrappers

Q: Type in "[your name] eats " in Google search
A: Andrea eats a churro

Q: Type in "[your name] wears " in Google search
A: Andrea wears Codie by Mirada.

Q: Type in "[your name] was arrested for" in Google Search
A: Andrea was arrested for underage consumption of alcohol. At the jail, she was asked to voluntarily take the breath-alcohol test (under threat....

Comments

J+S said…
Hey, I like cupcake wrappers too!
Melinda said…
Cupcake wrappers! I just got a cupcake display! Looks like we need to cupcake together!!
Angie said…
This is fun and I want to do it, but I'm too sleepy. So maybe tomorrow perhaps?
sherbugs said…
That is awesome...I totally have to try it! ;)

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