I am Vanilla Flavoured. I am one of the most popular flavours in the world. Subtle and smooth, I go reasonably with anyone, and rarely do anything to offend. I can be expected to be blending in in society. What Flavour Are You?

-- Anonymous, June 08, 2002

Answers

Cayenne.

-- Anonymous, June 09, 2002

Caribbean Jerk

-- Anonymous, June 09, 2002

I taste like Peanut Butter.

Peanut Butter

I am one of the most blendable flavours; I go with sweet, I go with sour, I go with bland, I go with anything. I am practical and good company, but have something of a tendency to hang around when I'm not wanted, unaware that my presence is not welcome.

(If you were not Peanut Butter you would be Curry.)

OK Pigz, rip me apart! -Reese's Chips

-- Anonymous, June 10, 2002

I hate f*%#ing peanut butter. Does that mean I hate myself? Or maybe I'm just not into self-cannibalism. Tell you what...you eat me and tell me what you think. I wish I was pork...

-- Anonymous, June 10, 2002

Richard and I are both peanut butter? Did you get the Curry alternate like I did? Gilly is vanilla? Hmmm, guess Donut doesn't count as a flavor, right Boo-Boo?

-Chip

-- Anonymous, June 11, 2002

If I was not peanut butter, I would be bread. White bread with the crusts cut off, I'm sure. Why not water? Or air? Could I be more boring? Tune in next week and see the test results proving I am a figment of my imagination. Bread, my ass...

-- Anonymous, June 11, 2002

By the way, Craig, that was a classic. Kinda mean considering the various openings you leave for revenge, though...

-- Anonymous, June 11, 2002

Andy and teej, click on the link and take the stupid test, or I'm telling mom.

-- Anonymous, June 11, 2002

Am I chicken? Am I a frog? Am I human? All unfamiliar meats taste like chicken, and that's what I am, an unfamiliar meat. I'm spoiled chicken, served over rice with Spicy Rich and Chip sauce with some TJ sprinkled lavishly over the whole brooding mess. Served with boiled frozen peas, and a glass of wine that you can't finish and no dessert, but you're hungry an hour later and you go into the frig and pull the lid off the tupperware and all the condensation drips back onto the chicken and leaves a puddle, and it's not warm anymore, but it's not cold either and an hour after you finish off the leftovers (that was supposed to be my lunch tomorrow) you're farting because your metabolism is not built for that kind of abuse, so rather than get into bed, and wake your wife up with the smell of Jay sleeping, you log onto the computer and stay up until all hours taking stupid personality tests, and wonder what else there is to eat...

-- Anonymous, June 13, 2002

I think someone needs a time out.

-- Anonymous, June 14, 2002