Via John at Night Writer:
Your Inner European is Norwegian! Dour and retiring on the outside, with an inner skraeling that is just dying to chop someone’s head off with a slash from your mighty sword. You put the “aggression” in “passive aggression”. You can be pushed,and pushed…to a point. Then, suddenly, bodies start turning up. You will feel guilty about it – mostly about enjoying it. Oh, well.
My inner European is Spanish?
Energetic and lively.
You bring the party with you!
I no theenk that theeng work so well.
Please excuse Kermit, he’s from Barcelona.
Mine was Russian-mysterious and exotic. Ha.
I was hoping for German, but instead got my inner moderacy:
Your Inner European is Dutch!
Open minded and tolerant.
You’re up for just about anything.
Maybe it’s cause you enjoy smoking hashish and putting your finger in dykes.
I think it’s cause you’re cold and like one-party rule, Colleen.
I would be surprised if you came up German, Flash. As I’m surprised at every Mitchketeer who doesn’t.
Post-Weimar, pre-Adenaur Germany, to be specific.
Damn thing must be busted. Italian?! But I can talk without using my hands!
Unlike the clown, who can’t find his rear end with both hands much less wipe it given his comments lately.
Hmmm, the picture for the Dutch response was pretty close to my mental image of the clown, though, so maybe it isn’t totally busted.
Hmmm, the picture for the Dutch response was pretty close to my mental image of the clown
Heh.
Heh heh.
Heh heh heh heh.
and putting your finger in dykes.
You really shouldn’t drag Eva into this.
[shakes head wearily]
gaaaaaaawd
Irish? Well, I do like Guinness.
I came out Irish too, Master. What do you say you and I hang out, have some drinks, get into a fist fight, then have some more drinks?
Why would we need drinks?
Oh, I get it, you were making a racist statement about how the Irish like to drink. Be careful about that around here.
Master, I got Irish as well. I’m pretty sure just about every answer I gave had something to do with beer. I’m pretty sure that both the Clown and the test are racist. Racist I say!
See Master, they also like to fight. Drinking and fighting, get it?
You’re kinda slow. Sure you didn’t get Polish?
Oh, I thought the fighting part was about your need to get your ass kicked. My bad. I’m not very good at this racist stuff. I guess being Polish has something to do with not getting racism or something like that.
Sure you didn’t get Polish?
As in “for freedom back before it was cool – as in, in the 1700s?”
As in “First to tell the commies where to shove it?”
As in “They revere Reagan to this day, and it’s the best place in Europe to admit to being an American?”
Polish sounds just fine.
Angryclown is thinking more along the lines of submarines with screen doors, people having amusing difficulties changing light bulbs – that sort of thing.
Angryclown is thinking more along the lines of submarines with screen doors,
Yeah. (Scroll past the Swedish part).
people having amusing difficulties changing light bulbs – that sort of thing.
So in other words, you’ve bought into the ethnic slurs passed on about Poles by Germans here in the US?
Hm. So do you actually wear a bucket on your head during your act?
Also apparently the Swedes think the Norwegians aren’t too bright.
Well, if a Swede says so, that’s good enough for me!
That’s ok. Norwegians think the Poles are smarter than the Swedes, the Swedes are smarter than the Eyetalians and the Eytalians are smarter than the French. Irish don’t count, they’re just Danes that got left out in the sun too long. And don’t mess with the Brits. They’ll sic the Scots on you.
I think that about covers it.
Just what ever you do don’t mention American Indians. For the love of the Great Spirit, don’t go there.
Well, being Spanish, I’m off to Ibiza.
Huh. Irish. Which makes sense since 1/2 the family came from there. Brilliant!
Irish for me also, even though I don’t have a drop of irish blood coursing in my veins.