Frank Butler - Plinky Answers

Dear deer

2009-12-10T09:08:39-06:00

There's a deer in the woods. A hunter shoots it and hits it in the head, but it lives and runs off. What happened?

I've got no eye dear.

If I could fly, I'd be a DRAGON RAWR.

2009-12-10T08:52:45-06:00

Perhaps not the best answer, but...

If we're allowing mystical or imaginary creatures, I'd definitely be a dragon. I've simply always been fascinated with them, and they're such magnificent and knightly creatures that one wouldn't be able to help but envy them.

Assuming they're off limits, I'd be a...oh, I don't know, winged animals generally aren't very interesting. Maybe a sparrow or some small songbird, they seem to be so carefree when you see them singing on a spring morning.

When the rescue ship comes, I'll tell 'em: don't keep me away forever.

2009-04-25T01:42:48-06:00

I've found the perfect spot for a vacation. Until the time comes when I need another break (this time taken intentionally), I'll rejoin society. This place I've lived in for however many years will be my escape, my occasional refuge from the world. Mark it on a map.

Your wealth, or our brains? Have a heart, you rich bastard.

2009-03-27T02:20:01-06:00

RUN to the nearest gunshop, then RUN to Costco. Would be good to be prepared by somehow setting up some sort of camera-system in the streets. Somebody wealthy should get on that.

Name of laziness.

2009-03-17T22:09:35-06:00

Good-intentioned Polite and Sometimes Hardworking Bum

Speak your mind, stranger.

2009-03-17T22:07:19-06:00

"Blah blah"s not so bad.

Why is it that this person has to be irritating? Unless they have a voice like a megaphone, I don't see why we have to assume a person is irritating or uninteresting. That said, I would be sure to pack a lot of distractions that would hold me over if I couldn't tolerate this person. My very nice sound-cancelling headphones would be in the bag for sure. Maybe they'd give this person a hint.

The athlete in me

2009-03-17T22:03:19-06:00

It's an interesting world we live in, in which sitting and staring at a computer screen counts as a sport. Let's just say I'm the best damn Quidditch player in the world.