Planet Mad

At New Year, we played a game that involved writing statements on bit of paper and then giving them to the person in the room who best matched the description on the paper. In my inebriated state (yes, shock horror) I decided that it would be a good idea to keep the bits of paper that were given to me. I thought I'd thrown them out long ago, but in tidying up my bedroom just now I found the following:

The person least likely to get up in the morning

The person most likely to get carpet burns tonight

and

The person most likely to sit on a fish

It's strange how well people know me. Now, where did I put that kipper...