So I'm called THE megs.
I sold my soul for half a bowl of guacamole. It was deelicious. I regret nothing. Except that I am now without guacamole.
I am Terrified of zombies. Even the word makes me shudder in fear. Can I explain it? No. But I suppose it is easier to have a crippling fear of something like zombies as opposed to snakes or bees or crowded places.
I will sell your things to gypsies if you ask me to watch them. Sell them well below the suggested retail price..