The Sibling Below Me...

[Opsa]

I only eat snow as it is falling.

The Sibling Below Me has been known to eat food in motion.

[Swatopluk]

...although I am not a fan of fast food.

The sibling below me only eats live food

[Opsa]

I guess you could count yogurt cultures as live food, especially if you ate them  on a live feed.

The Sibling Below Me can finish this rhyme:

"Feed! Fied! Foed! Fummed!..."

[Swatopluk]

Gimme game galore gin gummed

The sibling below me abhors gin

[pieces o nine]

Although djinn and tonics are quite nice.

TSBM (like Douglas Adams) prefers Ouisghian Zodahs.

[Swatopluk]

And I play the lemon jumping in and out of it

The sibling below me is not in favor of drink jumping

[Sibling Zono (anon1mat0)]

Not on Earth. In space OTOH...

TSBM has tickets to the ISS.

[Opsa]

I did, but I gave them to Santa Claus. I figured he'd like to stargaze without having to drive.

The Sibling Below Me thinks I just kissed Santa's red velvet behind.

[Swatopluk]

No, I think it must have been St.Baboon

The sibling below me swings St.Hubert's hammer

[Opsa]

No, I swing St. Maxwell's silver hammer.

The Sibling below Me knows Rose and Valerie (screaming in the gallery).

[Swatopluk]

Later rolling on the floor
before shown the exit door

The sibling below me has a chambre separee

[Opsa]

As far as I'm concerned, if you're going to have a chambre separee, you might as well go ahead and get a maison separee.

The sibling below me likes to sleep with his/her sweetie.

[Swatopluk]

I would if I had one. The one I wished I had has not been among the living for close to 12 years by now and was not interested in me anyway (which should show you that she was a lady of quality).

The sibling below me would consider zombophilia

[Sibling Zono (anon1mat0)]

Probably not, imagine the amount of base, shadow, and cosmetics in general, and that wouldn't prevent rotten flesh falling off.

TSBM is actually saving to buy a sexbot.

[Swatopluk]

I have just to avoid the Washing Machine Tragedy (Stanislaw Lem)
http://www.newyorker.com/archive/1981/11/30/1981_11_30_044_TNY_CARDS_000332469

The sibling below me loves washing machines but commits infidelities with tumblers occasionally.