You Are a Club Sandwich |
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Some people consider you high maintenance, but you just know what you want… and when you want it. Your best friend: The Tuna Fish Sandwich Your mortal enemy: The Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich |
What Kind of Sandwich Are You?
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Stolen from Envelope Filter, because he only got 82.7% and Camus told us that it was the moral responsibility of the more intellectual to oppress the less intellectual, lest they take over the world and fuck it up.
No, really. He totally, totally said that.
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Oh great. Fine. Jeez, I was hoping for Castro. Or FDR. What a letdown.
Sorry, Japan!
Congratulations, you’re President Harry S. Truman!
Due to the death of President Roosevelt, you became President of the United States of America on April 12th, 1945 – just at the tail end of World War Two. Japan had offered a surrender in January, and once you were in power, attempted again in May. In July, they offered surrender at least six times.
In August, against Roosevelt’s known wishes and the wishes of many of your advisors, you dropped an atomic bomb on the Japanese city Hiroshima, and another one on Nagasaki. Literally hundreds of thousands of innocent civilians died; many, many more suffered horrible sicknesses from the radiation. As Eisenhower put it: “the Japanese were ready to surrender and it wasn’t necessary to hit them with that awful thing.”
If you wish, you can proudly tell the world that you unnecessarily levelled an entire population with the following fine graphic:
Which Evil Criminal are You?
A Rum and Monkey crime.
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Passed along by defrostindoors at Bridlepath.
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Hey, it always worked for me. From the relatively insane Rum & Monkey, we present:
20 Indicators that Weeping at Work
May Be a Viable Plan Going Forward
Chair has become one with Nestene consciousness and keeps trying to nibble on bum.
Utopian vision for global democracy dashed by gel-haired colleague’s Daily Mail worldview.
Zombie army escaped again and appears to want IT support.
Oh noes, someone took two donuts.
Microsoft Office has become otherworldly sentient intelligence and still just wants to know if you’re writing a letter.
and so on…ah, the year I put in at the cubicle farm. Good times, good times. Okay, I confess: it was me who freed the zombie army and gave them your pager number.
So we know who I am: the question now becomes, who are you? Take the Office Moron quiz!
Which Office Moron Are You?
Which Office Moron Are You?
Rum and Monkey: jamming your photocopier one tray at a time.
Congratulations, fool! You’re the incompetent egotist.
Every office has one. You stride in on your first day with no useful skills, an inane smile on your face, and plans for a variety of team-building exercises, meetings, extra-curricular activities and staff days out, all designed to win you favour with the boss.
The problem is, everyone else hates you. You’re loud, you’re arrogant, you’re dumber than management, and you insist on wearing really loud shirts to make yourself seem interesting. Even the IT manager is more socially aware – and the depressing thing is, you’ll probably run the company in ten years.
If you don’t get a pickaxe through your head first.
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