Artichoke Adobo

I took a WWE exam over at QuizFarm to find out which WWE superstar represented my personality most and I got a Trish Stratus. The only possible girl-answer and I got it. That's how charmed my life is right now. I can't seem to get the results I want even in the simplest of tests.

I mean I wouldn't have mind getting a Chris Benoit, or a The Rock result. Those guys, I'd probably want to be. Wicked personalities, feared, cool, killer manly finishers, former Heavyweight Champions, timeless. Instead, I get someone whose claim to fame can be measured by the amount of toot-tooing that the male audience and muster up during her entrance.

Don't get me wrong. I've always liked the way Trish Stratus looked. Hell, I even think she's probably one of the finest chicks on the WWE roster in such a long time. Add to that the fact that she can wrestle in her own cornball way and I'm almost a fan. But it is one thing to look admiringly at Trish and another to start seeing myself in her (in the non X-rated sort of way).