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"Jimmy, Tool
Born in 1963, You are possibly the original colossal death robot, being one of the patriarchs of the current crop, and definitely an advocate of old-skool enemy-bashing. Why use a clumsy particle weapon when you can create supernovas just by flexing your arms? Your one minor weakness is that you are entirely dominated by some kid with a remote contol - still, don't let it get you down. You can sink a nuclear submarine with jazz music.
Wage death and destruction on the Web with the following fine emblem of power
Which Colossal Death Robot Are You?
Imagine, right, imagine the part of you that was you when you're speaking to me, isn't you, but that the you that's yu when that's happening, the real you is the you that ... Shit, what was I saying? It's all about society, isn't it? Morality's just ... What?
What kind of drunk are you?
You're utterly brilliant!
Oh wait, no, you're not. You're Timmy Mallett.
You achieved fame and success as the presenter of the shoestring budget children's morning show WACaday, which was an offshoot of equally low-budget Saturday show The Wide Awake Club. The latter spawned such successful names as Mike Myers and, um, Tommy Boyd, but it's you that's become the legend. You.
Why? Because of your incredible, unmistakable naffness; you wore bermuda shorts, loud shirts and the dodgy plastic novelty glasses that were all the rage in the eighties; you actually released a cover version of Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny Yellow Polka Dot Bikini; you had to change the format of your show because it was leading kids to hit each other over the heads with hammers. Oh wait, that last bit's cool.
These days you're a washed up has-been, but that doesn't stop you from trying. Bless.
Which annoying B-list celebrity are you?
A Hummel figurine is an inanimate object that sits on a shelf or mantlepiece. You are not.
hope nothing goes wrong.
damn I need this. If I weren't going camping I'd be going crazy in need of a vacation.
T-minus twenty minutes....
Born in 1963, You are possibly the original colossal death robot, being one of the patriarchs of the current crop, and definitely an advocate of old-skool enemy-bashing. Why use a clumsy particle weapon when you can create supernovas just by flexing your arms? Your one minor weakness is that you are entirely dominated by some kid with a remote contol - still, don't let it get you down. You can sink a nuclear submarine with jazz music.
Wage death and destruction on the Web with the following fine emblem of power
Which Colossal Death Robot Are You?
Imagine, right, imagine the part of you that was you when you're speaking to me, isn't you, but that the you that's yu when that's happening, the real you is the you that ... Shit, what was I saying? It's all about society, isn't it? Morality's just ... What?
What kind of drunk are you?
You're utterly brilliant!
Oh wait, no, you're not. You're Timmy Mallett.
You achieved fame and success as the presenter of the shoestring budget children's morning show WACaday, which was an offshoot of equally low-budget Saturday show The Wide Awake Club. The latter spawned such successful names as Mike Myers and, um, Tommy Boyd, but it's you that's become the legend. You.
Why? Because of your incredible, unmistakable naffness; you wore bermuda shorts, loud shirts and the dodgy plastic novelty glasses that were all the rage in the eighties; you actually released a cover version of Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny Yellow Polka Dot Bikini; you had to change the format of your show because it was leading kids to hit each other over the heads with hammers. Oh wait, that last bit's cool.
These days you're a washed up has-been, but that doesn't stop you from trying. Bless.
Which annoying B-list celebrity are you?
A Hummel figurine is an inanimate object that sits on a shelf or mantlepiece. You are not.
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hope nothing goes wrong.
damn I need this. If I weren't going camping I'd be going crazy in need of a vacation.
T-minus twenty minutes....
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