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the Wit
(60% dark, 34% spontaneous, 22% vulgar) |
your humor style:
CLEAN | COMPLEX | DARK
You like things edgy, subtle, and smart. I guess that means you're probably an intellectual, but don't take that to mean you're pretentious. You realize 'dumb' can be witty--after all isn't that the Simpsons' philosophy?--but rudeness for its own sake, 'gross-out' humor and most other things found in a fraternity leave you totally flat.
I guess you just have a more cerebral approach than most. You have the perfect mindset for a joke writer or staff writer. Your sense of humor takes the most effort to appreciate, but it's also the best, in my opinion.
Also, you probably loved the Office. If you don't know what I'm talking about, check it out here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/theoffice/.
PEOPLE LIKE YOU: Jon Stewart - Woody Allen - Ricky Gervais |
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My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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You scored higher than 89% on dark |
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You scored higher than 10% on spontaneous |
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You scored higher than 10% on vulgar | |
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| I'd rather go out in style. | | |
| Xanga's officially t3h sux0rz. Anybody got a spare LiveJournal code? | | |
| I feel like an asshole, and I don't know why. Well actually, I do. And I wish I didn't. I wish I could be one of those people blissfully unaware of their flaws who wonder why everyone hates them. I hate golf clubs... I was losing sleep because of them. But that's a completely different subject.
I realized how much investment I was putting into whether or not some person miles and miles away hated me or not. It's not like it was something that was consciously on my mind a lot, but to know that said person is totally okay with me just took so much tension out of my mind. Dude, summer was fucked up. Never do something just because you're bored, kiddies. Or hurt. I know these thoughts don't seem to be connecting, but believe me, they do. Anyway, where would I be if I had made different choices? Not here, that's for sure. But here isn't bad. I dunno, maybe I should stop thinking like that. "Well, some crack addict who gets molested by their uncle has it worse than me." What the hell does that have to do with anything? I have problems, and I need to solve them. No more excuses. I'm going to start making things work. No more of this "Well, it's just because of this" attitude. When do you stop doing that? Well, it's just a play. It's just a relationship. It's just my life. I need something to believe. I need something I can devote my heart and soul to. I need to worry less about sucking. Just go for something. What the fuck am I talking about? I just want to love and be loved, I think that's all.
I really hate golf clubs. | | |
| Dude. My Discman broke beyond the point of no return. It's skipping on brand-new CDs... never a good sign. I think it's time to finally retire the old thing. Ah, we had some good times together. All those countless hours of blocking out my family...
I get the Physics homework! How cool am I?
Ebert and Roeper are the two lamest guys on the face of the Earth. But that's why I love them. Seriously, I just watch that show to hear their attempts to be funny or insult each other. And sometimes they don't even have to try to be funny. "Well, I'm giving an affectionate thumbs-down to Fat Albert." What the hell does that even mean? I wish someone would pay me to sit in a room and feel affectionately toward lame movies.
I propose puddle-splashing tomorrow. | | |
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