Who Am I?!?!

Finally, a quiz that tells you who you REALLY are!

Beth Featherstone
Created by Beth Featherstone
On Jan 15, 2019

You finally have some free time to yourself. What are you most likely doing?

Your best friend calls you for a favor. Again. It's like, can't they take care of themselves for a change?

A girl/boy is crushing on you and you run into them at the grocery store. You look terrible. What do you do?

What's most important to you in life?

What are you most passionate about that isn't masturbating?

When it comes to sex, you are:

Who shot first?

You're a Potato!

You're a Potato!

Congratulations! You're a potato! You're the type of person who likes being pricked with forks, wrapped in tin foil, and shoved into an oven set to 400 degrees for 35-40 minutes or until tender, and then having a knife sliced through your soft, soft belly to make room for all that butter. Cheese and chives optional, because you're also an indecisive prick.

You're Kanye West's Sunglasses!

You're Kanye West's Sunglasses!

Congratulations! You're Kanye West's Sunglasses! You're the type of person who likes to sit on the nose of a god and provide 50% shade to his magical orbs. You've seen so many horrible, wonderful things. Looking like a small set of Venetian blinds fills you with hope for your future, but we're all peeking through the window of your soul to get to the good stuff: Kanye West.

You're #10 In This Photo!

You're #10 In This Photo!

Congratulations! You're #10 in this photo! You're the type of person who likes to dress up in soccer clothes and sit on a bench with other guys dressed in soccer clothes for a really long time without moving so someone can take your photo. Men dressed in black are always flanking you like some sort of celebrity, but everyone knows the real reason why. You're a MURDERER.

You're Everyone's Discarded Copy of This Album!

You're Everyone's Discarded Copy of This Album!

Congratulations! You're everyone's discarded copy of the Toadies' album, Rubberneck! You're the type of person who likes to start with a bang and slowly fade away, collecting dust, forgotten, until one day someone is moving houses and they're going through a dirty box of CD's from their attic to see if any are worth saving on their computer and they go, "Huh. Forgot about this. Trash, babe?" And the babe in question replies, "Who are the Toadies?" You're exactly like that.