This was linked at Worth, and it was so weird I had to share it.
Be warned, though, it turns out completely different than you might think. And is kinda NSFW, or NSF anyone with any other kind of humour but really sick and twisted. So yeah, sick and twisted kinda describes it.
Your results:
You are Mystique
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Sometimes motherly, sometimes a beautiful companion, but most of the time a deceiving vixen. |
I know. I know. You people are sick and tired of me bashing Mr. George Doubleyou. OK. I give in.
And as compensation, I brought this little video - featuring Mr. Donald Rumsfeld. 
Scenario: Jack pulls into school parking lot with rifle in gun rack.
1956 - Vice Principal comes over, takes a look at Jack’s rifle, goes to his car and gets his to show Jack.
2006 - School goes into lockdown, FBI called, Jack hauled off to jail and never sees his truck or gun again. Counselors called in for traumatized students and teachers.
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Scenario: Johnny and Mark get into a fist fight after school.
1956 - Crowd gathers. Mark wins. Johnny and Mark shake hands and end up best friends. Nobody goes to jail, nobody arrested, nobody expelled.
2006 - Police called, SWAT team arrives, arrests Johnny and Mark. Charge them with assault, both expelled even though Johnny started it.
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Scenario: Jeffrey won’t be still in class, disrupts other students.
1956 - Jeffrey sent to office and given a good paddling by Principal. Sits still in class.
2006 - Jeffrey given huge doses of Ritalin. Becomes a zombie. School gets extra money from state because Jeffrey has a disability.
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Did you ever sing in a band? Probably.
But I am sure no one of you ever was in a virtual band. I am.
We are BanHammer.
We have a Gnu on the banjo, and a monkey on the drums, and our lead singer does NOT eat poop. Aren’t we lucky?
And here is our first song, written by the incredible bevissimo: (more…)
I found this gimmick on Fleshbot, and it is like an expression of my innermost feelings gone silicone. Here it is, and that is exactly where he belongs:
The George W. Bush butt plug. These are the days when I believe that life is good.
Nice little thing I found out just today (although I’m informed that it is a year old already).
If you go to Google? and type the search word(s) failure, and then click on “I’m feeling lucky”, guess what hit you get? C’mon, try it. Google does know about this, and can explain how it happend: That’s why.
Tsk tsk tsk. Some people are really, really bad, aren’t they? I mean, really bad. This is cynical and not in the least constructive criticism! How can you call this man a failure? Or, even worse, a miserable failure? Tsk. Some people can be sooo mean. I cannot approve. 