Everyone has *something" that pisses them off, and here's your golden opportunity to find out exactly what that something is!

(warning - works best in IE. Taking this in Netscape could prove very hazardous to your health, as in it might not work=p)

1.You get up to a beautiful morning - and then you slam your knee on a table. Wincing in pain, what do you do?

Cry out "damn you, Humanity!"
Cry out "damn you, Karl Marx!"
Cry out "damn you, Internet!"
Curse the pile of clothing on the floor that caused me to trip
Nothing. Due to the lack of grey matter in your head, the pain disappears almost as quickly as it came.
Get a pill. That'll ease my achin' knee.
Curse the condom wrapper I slipped on.
Go pee.

2. The pain forgotten for now, you go and pack out lunch to eat today at school/work/homeless wandering/chain gang/etc.. Said lunch consists of:
Anything but red meat.
Doesn't matter really. I can trade away anything to any gullible idiot with a good looking meal.
Vitamins. Lots of vitamins.
Brains.
Condoms. Who has time to actually *eat* at lunchtime? o.0
No time to eat. Will be too busy beating up geeks.
Candy.
Anything that doesn't constipate.

3. Ok, time to get dressed, what do you put on?
Pants that are very small and very tight.
Something with decent-sized pockets (for the weed, of course).
Something not covered in straw.
*Anything* but what everyone else is wearing.
Something I can run fast in.
Something I can take on and off easily (damn my bladder).
A bright green shirt.
I hate wasting time, so I'll just grab something random.

4. So, you're on your way to school/work/whatever. What's playing on your radio?
Something that's *not* techno, cause it's so repetitive and trendy.
Something that's *not* techno, I like actual humans to play the instruments in the music I listen to.
Video game music.
Not the Marx brothers.
Anything but country.
Phish.
Nothing. The noise would upset my stomach.
Nothing actually *on* the radio, that's for sure. Maybe something indie.

5. You get to work/school, and of course, the first person you encounter is ole Ralphie, who bugs the hell out of you, because:
He thinks I'm a capitalist pig.
He keeps trying to friggin hug me all the time.
He always smells like ass.
I can't stand straight-edgers, and he's as straight as they come.
He keeps gnawing on my head.
He believes in zero population growth.
cuase most uf his writen werk lookes leik this
He wastes his entire life in front of a computer doing pointless crap.

6. You settle down to actually get stuff done today, but instead find yourself distracted. Why?
All that speed made me jittery.
Cause I haven't flamed my quopta of online lamers for today!
Diahrrea.
Too busy plotting world domination.
Too busy trying to figure out how to lace ecstasy with cyanide.
Too busy cursing the Russians.
With all these bastards attacking me, how *could* I get any work done?
Too damn horny.

7. Work/School's over! Your plans for the evening involve:
Something solitary.
Something that involves earning more money for me.
Drugs of some sort.
Sex.
Hiding. From "You Know Who". *shivers*
A good clean bath.
Listening to depressing music.
Anything but spending more time in front of the friggin computer.