The Quiz To End All Quizzes

Have a party, invite some friends and have a bunch of fun. Read a book, plan you calendar, sustenance consumption. Run around in circles until the police come.

Laugh and say "Well shucks folks, I had no idea!" while snapping your fingers. Rip your fur out and curse the full moon. Try and draw their attention to another person by stabbing them.

I don't have chest hair... I'm a girl... Not really...

I don't know... Yes. It used to be.

A quiz "question". Your funeral speech. The Days of Our Lives.

You hear a snap and searing pain shoot from your ankle. You go down hard, and are enveloped in blackness. You win the race and become rich and famous, but it never ruins you. You die happy and fulfilled. You win, but you die a coccain addict three years later.

Aw... Dang it! I'm missing the Simpsons! Dung.

Find the rightful owner and return it to them. Leave it. Someone else will find it. Put it in your pocket. Finders keepers!

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

I am? No... Thanks.