Is there something wrong with my computer or am I just stupid? I can’t find the “submit” button on the quiz. How do I find out my score?
Worst F/M/K ever.
It automatically marks the answer as right or wrong when you click the radio button. (You can click another, if you were wrong, to find out who really said it.)
Ahhh. I figured that must be the case. This computer isn’t doing that. Oh well. I’ll just say I got 15 out of 15.
Or 0 out of 15. I’m really not sure which sounds better.
Same problem here. Let me guess: you’re running an old version of IE? I’m stuck on IE7 at work and it causes me no end of problems.
If you’re running Firefox with NoScript, it’ll mess that up. I didn’t get answers either, and I didn’t feel like digging through the 10+ domains on that page to figure out which one I needed to allow.
12 out of 15. I guess I know my whackjobs.
I even tried to play along in my head just for the hell of it, and I couldn’t do it.
13/15
8 right, and like everyone else I cannot fathom what this says about me. Well, everyone but SA, it seems. He really has identified his niche in the land of idiotic statements 
And what do we learn from this, what lessons can we take away? Absolutely nothing! Now, isn’t that refreshing?
Done.
Nah, nevermind. Naturally I included the part about luci, gonzo and Der Trihs, but that wouldn’t be allowable outside the Pit.
Good idea, though.
It was totally worth the google search to get that joke.
Get Quentin Tarrantino on the phone! Have I got a script idea for him! Forget* Kill Bill!*
All I know is, when I die, I want Charlie Sheen’s life to flash before my eyes.
That’s pretty much one long flash.
Wow! I only got 3 out of 15.
Reminds me of George Carlin’s game show schtick: “Asshole, Jerkoff, Scumbag”.
It’s tough, but you can start by ruling out some possibilities. You can’t possibly marry Beck–who wants to listen to his batshit from now on? Conversely, you can’t kill Sheen, because his batshit is endlessly entertaining and ultimately harmless. And it’s hard to imagine a group of three people in which Qaddafi is the best choice to fuck. (In his 70s hipster days, maybe, but now? Yeesh.)
Sheen seems like an obvious choice to fuck, but I think you have to marry him. Oh, it would be a perfectly shitty marriage–infidelity would be a given, and there is that possibility of domestic violence (though I’m not sure it would be that much higher with Sheen over the others). But I think a brief Hollywood marriage to Sheen could be a blast if approached like a roller coaster ride, except that they don’t hand you a fat settlement when you get off a roller coaster.
That means you fuck Glenn Beck and kill Qadaffi. Fucking Beck sounds repulsive, but there’s always the possibility that what he needs is one good night of passion to snap him out of his bullshit trance, so there’s a chance you could be taking one for the team. You could turn it into a kinky power game and insist that he not talk–or better yet, make him call you Obama and make him beg for your big black socialist cock.
And killing Qaddafi isn’t going to require much effort–he looks to be about 99% of the way there already, so a stiff wind might finish the job for you.
So there it is: Fuck Beck, marry Sheen, kill Qaddafi.
You definitely have to kill Qaddafi, you’re right about that, but that means either way the possibility of letting Glenn Beck’s penis near me becomes more likely, and is terrifying. I briefly considered marrying Beck, and maybe we could have one of those loveless, sexless marriages that women married to rich guys have that primarily involves spending his money on Italian vacations and fucking other people. I could probably deal with that, but I’d also have to talk to him at some point, regardless of how much of a sham our marriage is. Could I fuck Beck just once, so that I could kill Qaddafi and have a sham marriage with Sheen instead? I can’t even think about it. Thankfully, there’s no wizard offering me these options, else I’d have to kill myself.