Whilst my onions are sweating for my vindaloo, I shall do the google meme. See Landers for the rules:

I need a wealthy husband who can provide me with the high life I crave.
I look like the sweetest, most innocent girl in the world, when really, as described by many, "she's like beaver cleaver's slutty cousin!"
I like to get jiggy.
I say Good Morning, America!
I want the lotion.
I do deserts.
I hate the snow.
 I go Double-Platinum in Canada!
I love cotton.
I have won the 2007 World Fantasy Award.
I get the slipper.
I eat mustard.
I can't dance.
I drink Salsa.
I make eggs.

A beaver's cleaver, eh? Have you ever heard the like. Sounds like the lyrics to a wierd song. Speaking of which...