Thursday, April 21, 2005

He got me again!

Fixer hooked me like a trout. Again. My lip hurts.





Your Inner European is Irish!







Sprited and boisterous!
You drink everyone under the table.




Irish is the last nationality I would have guessed for myself seeing as how I don't drink. I'd be under constant suspicion as a traitor. Maybe English or Polish. How much stock can you put in a quiz that misspells "Ferrari" anyway?

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