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Name: Kramer Wetzel
Birthday: Thanskgiving Day
Birthplace: East Texas
Current Location: Central Texas
Eye Color: bluish.
Hair Color: brownish.
Height: 6’.
Right Handed or Left Handed: right.
Your Heritage: sadly solidly anglo.
The Shoes You Wore Today: sandals.
Your Weakness: BBQ
Your Fears: Earthquakes,
Your Perfect Pizza: Jalapeno & anchovy.
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: another book in print.
Your Most Overused Phrase: “What’s your birthday?”
Thoughts First Waking Up: Coffee.
Your Best Physical Feature: hair.
Your Bedtime: midnight
Your Most Missed Memory: can’t remember.
Pepsi or Coke: coke.
MacDonalds or Burger King: McD’s, at 6 AM, pre-fish. Those breakfast sandwich things.
Single or Group Dates: group.
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Ice tea.
Chocolate or Vanilla: Mexican Vanilla.
Cappuccino or Coffee: espresso!
Do you Swear: hell yes.
Do you Sing: not so much.
Do you Shower Daily: yes.
Have you Been in Love: yes.
Do you want to go to College: More?
Do you want to get Married: no. Yes. The idea is appealing.
Do you believe in yourself: yes
Do you get Motion Sickness: no
Do you think you are Attractive: no
Are you a Health Freak: not so much.
Do you get along with your Parents: yes.
Do you like Thunderstorms: yes.
Do you play an Instrument: no.
In the past month have you Smoked: yes.
In the past month have you gone on a Date: no.
In the past month have you gone to a Mall: no.
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: no
In the past month have you eaten Sushi: no. But I did have some fresh bait.
In the past month have you been on Stage: no.
In the past month have you been Dumped: no.
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping: no.
In the past month have you Stolen Anything: no.
Ever been Drunk: yeah, numerous times.
Ever been Beaten up: not yet.
Ever Shoplifted: childhood indiscretion.
How do you want to Die: (private).
What do you want to be when you Grow Up: writer.
What country would you most like to Visit: UK.
Number of Piercings: ears, two right, one left.
Number of Tattoos: none
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