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John of Stranger Fruit tagged me in this meme, how could I resist?


Your Score: SurpriseAdoption Cat


20% Affectionate, 57% Excitable, 20% Hungry



Calloused. Heartless. Exuberant. You carry the heavy burden of informing children that they are adopted by jumping out of their birthday cake. A difficult task, but somebody must break the news to children on their only day of happiness.

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Link: The Which Lolcat Are You? Test written by GumOtaku on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test

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Comments

  1. #1 P. Arbutt
    July 28, 2007

    I fit my fist into the glove less than ordinary. The glove that I fit is only mine, approaching never is impossible. I really think we need more people covering the glove trade. It’s hard enough as it is making ends meat without proper attire and good wares. I really need to sit down with list in hand to do my business elsewhere. Appropriate things are called upon by us and we need to mention that they are often less than seasoned verses. I appreciate my total retransformation, as a gift, but what holds true is that I really need a better life, smacking at my door. I am rampant with the obvious and like to take my time with the pursuit of a good ending. I’ll mention that the corner of my office is totally not the thing I was looking for, but I got into it and came out humming not so bad. I’ll never do that again. I will never stand between a man and his job again. I will never alter anyones ego more than twice. I will just have to deal, dealing is better than feeling, especially when you are neat. I appreciate the attempts that I made now and forever to be a better people person. Don’t not get the glove thing either it’s just more than a metaphor, it’s my life ageis. Thanks again.

  2. #2 F. Dole
    July 28, 2007

    This is the peice I was actually going to end with. I got tired of being up to snuff. I really love my babies and I am on a chance per chance basis of rubbing off my wits with a scrap of wistful locks. In barmode I keep it up too. I pleasure everyones ends. I make ends. I make that tomorrow I will make again. I’m fusing the two thang and going for the whole pretzelface thang. I want notoriaty I want the walls to be frictionless. In a pinch I want good to come of the this. I made it. I am dwelling in that now. This is so good that I made it. I am it. This is great. I made it I made it. Whew. What a load off my backdraws. You know I really opened up to you and what I wanted to know was this. Am I not interested enough, though plainly good enough. What Am I DoING this way. I can’t appreciate seeing myself only you can. Whoa. This is unheard of. What a shot in the dark. I score my points and you take me like I want to ask you out on a date or something, like colorblind was an option. What A peICEhead. NOtelling what a crop of Leon Meathead Bushings will do when they notice that I made my face after ‘em. Notelling. NOTELLING> NOTELLING> NOTELLING> NOTELILNG