I very quietly confided to my friend that I was having an affair.
She turned to me and asked, 'Are you having it catered?'
And that, people, is the definition of 'OLD'!!!!
She turned to me and asked, 'Are you having it catered?'
And that, people, is the definition of 'OLD'!!!!
campaign button making the rounds right now...
no, i don't want one, but i hope mcpain sees it at least. not that it would make much difference...
psychopath test...
ok, this is one for you to use with not only co-workers but friends.
Read this question carefully, come up with an answer and then scroll down to the bottom for the result.
This is not a trick question. It is as it reads.
This is not a trick question. It is as it reads.
No one I know has gotten it right.
A woman, while at the funeral of her own mother, met a guy whom she did not know. She thought this guy was amazing. She believed him to be her dream guy so much, that she fell in love with him right there, but never asked for his number and could not find him.
A few days later she killed her sister.
Question:
What is her motive for killing her sister?[Like I said, give this some thought before you answer]
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Answer:
She was hoping the guy would appear at the funeral again.
If you answered this correctly, you think like a psychopath.
This was a test by a famous American Psychologist used to test if one has the same mentality as a killer. Many arrested serial killers took part in the test and answered the question correctly.
If you didn't answer the question correctly, good for you.
If you got the answer correct, please let me know so I can take you off my email list.
AND make sure you do the same with co-workers or friends who answered it correctly. time is too short...
okay, now that you have a way to make your life safer, you should have a better week.
i hope...
oh, yeah. i'm still scratching my head trying to figure out why that is the correct answer. so you don't have to remove me from your bloglist. i'm safe...
i think... kidding, just kidding... i am safe. a little sorry maybe, but safe...
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