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It's been awhile since I did one of these, so feel free to cut & paste and add your own.

What's your favorite name for a guy?
Bruce.

What's your favorite card in the deck?
Deuce.

What's your favorite bird?
Goose.

What's your favorite drink?
Juice.

How do you like to wear your clothes?
Loose.

What's your favorite animal?
Moose.

What's your favorite tree?
Spruce.

Who's your favorite children's author?
Seuss.

What's your favorite way to end a war?
Truce.

Who's your favorite Greek god?
Zeus.

What's your favorite angle?
Obtuse.

What's your favorite hair styling product?
Mousse.

What's your favorite part of a train?
Caboose...

The end.
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