I'd completely forgotten about this, but I found it while looking for a song that my old pal and co-worker, Tom, wrote for me years ago.

You know all those question lists that your e-mail contacts keep sending you? I wrote one of my own eight years ago, and here it is.

What's the best birthday gift you ever got?

Oh really? I suppose you think you're easy to buy for?

Does this dress make me look fat?

Why do fools fall in love?

Who has seen the wind? (Hint: Neither you nor I.)

Where were you last night? I tried to call!

Do you hear what I hear?

Will you get the door?

What's wrong with this damn computer?

Where is that large automobile?

I see dead people. How about you?

Paper or plastic?

What do you mean, you forgot?

How could you forget?

Didn't I remind you six times?

Are we there yet?

Well, then, how much farther is it?

Did you feed the dog?

Do you think athletes really do "come to play," or do they have other motives?

Who wants to marry a multimillionaire? (Warning: trick question.)

Did the butler really do it, or was he framed by the gardener?

Would you mind moving? I can't see the TV.

Do you think money grows on trees, or something?

Special Whitney Houston bonus section: Where do broken hearts go?

How will I know?

Didn't we almost have it all?

Is the truth really out there?

Do you care for some fresh-ground pepper?

Will you still love me tomorrow?

Why does John Grisham hate lawyers? Doesn't that seem weird?

Do you want fries with that?

What's love got to do with it?

What's love but a second-hand emotion?

Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?

Is that your final answer?