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So much this.

This makes total sense from an evolutionary point of view. We've been given a rewards system (dopamine) which still has to be catered for no matter what we achieve. I've been very successful for periods during my life and it changes very little ime.

I've just started reading Top five regrets of the dying on that subject.

There's Nazis, they're just secret Nazis. Like @Rayvin.

Just stare at their tits.

Will the difference in money really make up for the shitty job? It's the biggest impact on your daily life. As @Rayvin said though, it might encourage you to find something better sooner.

Oh look, we've emboldened the brogue supremacist.

A booooooo to your logic and reason; this is the football forum and I'll hate who I like.

You can't be fucking serious. As @Alex says I am pretty sure my granny has a pair (several?) of those. Another pro-brogue voter here.

I find myself swaying between "pseudo-sciences answer to horoscopes" and "there might be something in it". On the latter end, anything that helps people to introspect can't be bad, but on the former, it might just reinforce their beliefs about themselves. Like all those fucking tests on Facebook that people do to prove to themselves/others how awesome they are. Don't know.

Anyone else find themselves increasingly like Keith with these tests?

Jekyll and Hyde and Hyde and Hyde and Hyde and Hyde.

Done MB a few times. Get INTJ the majority of the time but depending on mood it can be very different. I also think it's probably bollocks, or at the very least needs to be broken down further by a factor of four.

This is exactly what I was thinking.

Was quite looking forward to this thread when I saw it'd reached 4 pages then realised it had been wolfy'd. Is this a reference to the quote about the Irish, often misattributed to Freud? Comedy Dave doesn't need much praise/encouragement.

Probably the lack of breasts.

Back to the topic at hand - is there any advantage to playing as a team/any kind of team system in this one?

I don't reckon God was too fond of the Borgias either, still plenty of guilting to be done.

My last "real" job (nearly 20 years ago at this point!) those couple of pints with lunch on a Friday would inevitably lead to not going back to the office. Sometimes alcoholic directors are a bonus.

I hope you've guilted her out of it for displeasing God over that first marriage.

Or that's the ten minutes of work we actually do all week in a panic.

This thread will be a whole lot more interesting if you're describing your father here.