I honestly don't know. You guys tell me!
I honestly don't know. You guys tell me!
Bow before the mighty Javoo!
I don't know what stereotypes I'm even supposed to match. I'm a lazy procrastinating pragmatic and egotistical troglodyte. As a recluse, I have no friends with whom I regularly socialize physically and I'm fairly pale. Rather than comb my hair, I prefer to wear a hat when I go out.
Ooh! I think the fact that I wear prescription classes makes me smarter and more well-read than other people. Is that a stereotype?
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
According to the very legitimate results of my stereotyping test:
http://Www.quotev.com/quiz/1344024/W...-you-fit-best/
I am "just you"
How mundane
Boldly go.
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
I am very English. I love tea and scones and not making eye contact with strangers.
Really though, I just, I don't know!
Is hungry a stereotype?
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Stereotypes? I don't know, I suppose having a fairly posh accent with a double barrelled sur-name, a middle name and living in a distinctly "middle class" area you could be forgiven for assuming I'm a completely posh twat at first. Though the impression doesn't usually last long.
I tend to get told I'm quite wise but frankly, not sure if that's a stereotype.
You're certainly not a posh boy, m'lad.
Probably. I probably tick a lot of boxes on the nerd scale. But, I don't care. :3
That's tough. I don't think so, but it depends how picky you want to be with your stereotyping, I guess.