Have You Ever Blamed One Of Your Farts On One Of Your Friends?
I have.
And lately, it’s got me thinking. Am I really as nice and respectful to my peers as I think I am? Do I treat them with the honor and courtesy they deserve? Am I empathetic and compassionate to their situations and shortcomings? According to the geniuses at The Spark.com, I am not, do not, do not, am not and will never be.
I’ve spent countless hours searching. Consulting clinicians. Digging through medical journals. Drinking beers. And searching the internet. The perfect diagnostic procedure to accurately measure my niceness proves as elusive as literacy and a W2 Form for a majority of our region’s Hispanics.
My blogger friends, I have found it. A groundbreaking, state-of-the-art, scientifically-sound questionnaire to accurately measure my empathetic attributes.
Reliable.
Valid.
All that is science.
The Wench Test. According to The Wench Test, I am 51% wench. Which is borderline not-nice. Which explains my derogatory, yet playful demeanor towards retards and airline ticket counter agents.
Where do you lie? Do you lie? Do you have crusty bangs? Are you a crusty bang? You’re as borderline as I am.
Welcome home. Dinner is in the fridge. I trust you’ll leave me the fu*k alone until halftime.
And lately, it’s got me thinking. Am I really as nice and respectful to my peers as I think I am? Do I treat them with the honor and courtesy they deserve? Am I empathetic and compassionate to their situations and shortcomings? According to the geniuses at The Spark.com, I am not, do not, do not, am not and will never be.
I’ve spent countless hours searching. Consulting clinicians. Digging through medical journals. Drinking beers. And searching the internet. The perfect diagnostic procedure to accurately measure my niceness proves as elusive as literacy and a W2 Form for a majority of our region’s Hispanics.
My blogger friends, I have found it. A groundbreaking, state-of-the-art, scientifically-sound questionnaire to accurately measure my empathetic attributes.
Reliable.
Valid.
All that is science.
The Wench Test. According to The Wench Test, I am 51% wench. Which is borderline not-nice. Which explains my derogatory, yet playful demeanor towards retards and airline ticket counter agents.
Where do you lie? Do you lie? Do you have crusty bangs? Are you a crusty bang? You’re as borderline as I am.
Welcome home. Dinner is in the fridge. I trust you’ll leave me the fu*k alone until halftime.
