You know what's kind of weird? Being in your 40s and having a blog. You know what's even weirder? Being in your 40s and having your best friend's dad on your blog's friends list. It feels kind of Twilight Zone-ish. Especially since I've nabbed a pointless internet meme from him.
I taste like 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.
What Flavour Are You? I know House will agree with the "tendency to hang around" thing. In his case, at least, I know perfectly well when I'm unwanted. I just choose to hang around to repay him for all the times he hangs around when he's not welcome.
Also, the quiz tells me if I wasn't peanut butter, I'd be:
Tomato is what I taste like.
I taste like nothing, except a tomato. I'm sometimes sweet and sometimes tart; sometimes juicy, sometimes crisp. The roles of a tomato are many and varied. I am an exception to all the rules.
What Flavour Are You? As the Colonel said: the things you come up with when you combine idleness with the Internet...