K8 got me. Which means I have to do Ciara's too. Mnrmnrmemesmnrshakesfistmutters.
The Rock Star (first pet, current car), Pippin Peugeot
Peppy and avant French femme rock, I reckon.
The Gangster (favorite ice cream flavor, favorite type of shoe), Chocolate Boot. Oh yes. Don't fuck with me!
The Native American (favorite color, favorite animal), Purple Baby Elephant. Hmm.
The Soap Opera star (middle name, city where you were born), Elizabeth Dublin. Looks like it's a lifetimes imprisoned in Fair City for her.
The Superhero (2nd favorite color, favorite drink), Blue Smoothie! Oh Yes! It is her mission to pep up the lightly depressed with subtle and charming compliments. Lookin' good today, readers.
The NASCAR driver (the first names of your grandfathers), Fred Harry. Sounds about right, but why no lady driver? Though Marty Doreen doesn't convince, really, does it?
The Dancer (the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent, favorite candy), Vanilla Lindt. How European, and ironic, considering my rigid and minimal calorie intake.
The TV weather anchor: Hill Hamburg. My damn toupee is slipping.
The Spy (your favorite season/holiday, flower), Spring Rose. Who me, officer? But I am so dainty!
The Cartoon character (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now), Pink Grapefruit Cardigan. Er. I don't know!
The Hippie (what you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree), Rice Crispie Silver Birch. Flakey. Lightweight, soggy but with an ethereal side.
I edited a couple for being too revealing or just not working or both.