I just made a livejournal meme.

Yes, that’s right.

Check this baby out: What Meme Becomes You?

See, I made it to make fun of all the weird anonymoushatememes in the LJ community. ‘Cause really, I don’t understand it. It’s like making a slam book when you were a kid. It’s just asking for a beating. Actually, it’s a beating that would hurt less and be over quicker.

If you don’t want to take the test, here are the possible outcomes:

You Are:

INNOCENTLY IGNORANT

Turn to your best friend and have them kick you in the pants, right now. How’d that feel? That’s nothing compared to what you’ll find if you start an anonymous meme. “Comment anonymously, IP logging off, anything you want to say”–those are the things that others prey upon, and they will feast upon the flesh of your untarnished soul, rip it to shreds, and leave you crying in the corner, wishing you had thought of the kittens.

STUPIDLY CURIOUS

Instead of trying to survey all your commenters and find you Who Hates You Teh Most, just contact me and I’ll bash you over the head with a spade instead. Less time and effort and it would hurt less.

A MASOCHIST

Otherwise known as One Sick Twisted Bastard. Some people only get cheap thrills from hearing bad things said about them, but you know better. It’s the biggest thrill of all, baby. Hit you, spank you, tell you to get the fuck away and you’ll keep coming back for more of your hatred. I’d hit you over the head, but you’d like it, and tell me to hit you harder.

That’s fucking creepy, man.

CLINICALLY INSANE

You’re the one who leaves random comments that mean nothing at all. You type things like COCK! ASSHOLE! TWAT! and WHAT ABOUT THAT GUY IN JERSEY!? and confuse the hell out of everyone. Then you get pissed when people shout back “FUCK THAT GUY IN JERSEY! I HATE HIM, AND YOU TOO!” I’ve taken my ten foot pole and multiplied it by a thousand and then some and that’s how far away I’m staying away from you, you crazy fucker.

ANONYMOUS

You live for anonymous memes. You will spew forth vindictives that would make a lesser being cry, but as you are a god, you live for the smiting that the crying of the lesser being signals. You killed your grandmother so you could user her corpse for a halloween decoration, you steal the right training wheel from bikes of small children and watch them crash into mailboxes with glee, and you eat puppy dogs for breakfast, just to start the day off right.

…so who are you?

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