I gamle dage 6 måneder hvor hyppigt har i gennemstegt den næste aktiviteter?

Ok, I'm squiffy. On a Tuesday. So stab me.
I had a few drinks post-work with a friend and now here I am, innocently following a link on FB to answer user surveys*

*giggles*

*and my squiffy answers are just as surreal as *their* badly translated questions =)

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