Ray

I have fun with whatever I'm doing; watching TV, hanging with friends. Whatever it is, I'll have a blast doing it. I like doing things my own way which kinda gives off the impression that I'm an asshole, but I'm not, everything I do is done with others in mind (sometimes I do things for me though lol). I don't like being told what to do, bottom line. Suggest things to me if you want, but I will not be led around like a dog on a chain. Uh...I kinda come across wierd at first...but I'm not that weird. I'm a really nice guy but I fumble around with my words a lot so I end up looking like an idiot a lot (usually this ends up being my first impression on people lol). I don't get bored that easily; though some people might think that sitting around is boring, if I'm with friends, then it's all good and you can trust I'm having a great time. I've learned to take life's ups and downs as they come and a big factor that helps me deal with everything is my humor and my music, they're lifesavers. I guess that's about it, if you want to know anything else, you can just shoot a message my way...or add me as a freind...or find out where I live and stalk me (don't do that lol)
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You scored as Dog, You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need. You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street, You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed. And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight, You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.And after a while, you can work on points for style. Like the club tie, and the firm handshake, A certain look in the eye and an easy smile. You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to, So that when they turn their backs on you, You'll get the chance to put the knife in.You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder. You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older. And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south, Hide your head in the sand, Just another sad old man, All alone and dying of cancer.And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown. And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone. And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around. So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone, Dragged down by the stone.I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused. Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used. Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise. If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend. And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner And everything's done under the sun, And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.Who was born in a house full of pain. Who was trained not to spit in the fan. Who was told what to do by the man. Who was broken by trained personnel. Who was fitted with collar and chain. Who was given a pat on the back. Who was breaking away from the pack. Who was only a stranger at home. Who was ground down in the end. Who was found dead on the phone. Who was dragged down by the stone.

Dog

57%

Sheep

50%

Pig

47%
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