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My first MEME

I got tagged by Sque. I do not know whether to say thank you or I am going to kick your ass. HaHaHaHaHa. I believe I am supposed to pick five professions and say what I would do in that job. I then have to tag three other people. Watch out people, I am coming for you.


If I could be a scientist...
If I could be a farmer...
If I could be a musician...
If I could be a doctor...
If I could be a painter...My walls wouldn't be bare. MaMa Duck has a nice painting in her house she did herself. I hate (not really) people like that.
If I could be a gardener...
If I could be a missionary...
If I could be a chef...
If I could be an architect...
If I could be a linguist...
If I could be a psychologist... What I'm not? I watch Dr. Phil all the time and I think I can solve everyone's problems.
If I could be a librarian...
If I could be an athlete... Hell would have frozen over. I am so un-athletic.
If I could be a lawyer...
If I could be an innkeeper...
If I could be a professor...
If I could be a writer...
If I could be a backup dancer...
If I could be a llama-rider...
If I could be a bonnie pirate...
If I could be a midget stripper... I would be in heaven. I love midgets. I could stare at myself without offending anyone. I find little people fascinating.
If I could be a proctologist...
If I could be a TV-Chat Show host...
If I could be an actor...
If I could be a judge...
If I could be a Jedi...
If I could be a mob boss...
If I could be a backup singer...
If I could be a CEO...
If I could be a movie reviewer...
If I could be a mob boss...
If I could be a monkeys uncle...
If I could be a CSI...
If I could be a computer nerd... I would not have to call JackArmy all the time.
If I could be a Kindergarten teacher...

Okay, the instructions said I could add occupations if I want, but I had a hard enough time picking my five. I will, however, tell you who I have chosen to tag. I think since MaMa Duck has so much free time (kidding of course), Merritt, because she is to damn perfect ( I am totally jealous), and Christie, because she doesn't have kids yet and gets to sleep whenever she wants (I hate you...hee hee). I really should just pass the torture on to everyone on my blogroll, but It says three so there!

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