You're Libya!
It seems that these days, you just say things to get attention.
Shock value is the really important thing for you now. You used to have
a cause, and this made you seem like a threat to the established order, but now you
just want to say wacky stuff once in a while. Air travel doesn't really mesh
with your lifestyle, and you'd probably scare the security guards somehow
anyway.
Take the Country Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid
Jeez, Chuck, I'm freaking LIBYA? I'm like the squealing runt of the terrorist litter, here.
I'm finding another one...
Which Survivor of the Impending Nuclear Apocalypse Are You?
A Rum and Monkey joint.
Maker of mediocre action pics and son of an actual Nazi, you're perhaps an insane joke on God's part. Why should you survive while others perish? Is it your hair, your brains or that manly gap in your teeth? Is it because you're going to lead California to a new tomorrow? Is it because you've paid someone enough money so that radiation doesn't harm you? Are you a real cyborg?
Arnold is the new Jesus. Stat.
Crap. Can I be Libya again? And for the record, that's a very delicate, Girly gap in my teeth.
Third time's the charm...
Your Career Type: Enterprising |
 You are engertic, ambitious, and sociable. Your talents lie in politics, leading people, and selling things or ideas. You would make an excellent: Auctioneer - Bank President - Camp Director City Manager - Judge - Lawyer Recreation Leader - Real Estate Agent - Sales Person School Principal - Travel Agent - TV Newscaster The worst career options for your are investigative careers, like mathematician or architect. |
I'd have been a kick ass real estate agent, but my Ex is doing it now, and good lord he sucks at it. I don't know why he hasn't given up by now and gotten a real job. He has made salaries three times my best year, but it sure wasn't in Real Estate!
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You think Libya is bad?
My Apocalypse survivor alter-ego is:
Must kill, ha ha, ha ha! Death! Playground antics! Cake and cheese! Yes! you're an
Insane ninja child!
The blast must have hit you particularly strong, because you've gained a billion new superpowers and can take on anyone you want. Even that kid Gunrock-with-nine-arms from down the street. Only problem is, it's driven you completely insane and you now have a thirst for blood equalled only by your thirst for vengeance and peeing in the kitchen bin.
Now that's f'ed up.
Thanks, Chuck, I feel better. (BET-AH?)
Well, I'm Columbia to your Libya.
But, I was a swiss merchant to your muscle bound Arnold.
And it seems I should have been a dental hygienist since I am such a social, outgoing person.
Like I would stick my hands in anyone's germ laden mouth, even with gloves on?
They totally missed my germ phobia...
Wow! I never saw you as Libya. I like to think of you as a mediterranean country or perhaps even australia. Im going to check these out now.
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