
And here are the results of my analysis:
Your friends and associates probably don't know what the hell to make of you.
You are a singularly sloppy person, totally without artistic aptitude.
You like to think about your method, seeking to pursue your goal in the most effective way. But you can't draw worth shit.
You may have a sunny, cheerful disposition. You may be a mean son of a bitch. It's hard to tell. Give it up, dude.
2 comments:
OMG Andy! It's you! It's you! What a splendid analysis. Dead on perfect.
Hmmmmm . . .
Sounds like the same assessment Strother Martin got from the Georgia Department of Corrections in "Cool Hand Luke."
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