How Ned are you?

"You’re no a ned, yer just a wee gadgie wae an attitude problem"

But there weren't any questions about the size of your record collection, star wars, lotr, the cure or my bloody valentine! :)

This proves just how slanted and inaccurate trying to judge my worth is! HMPH!

Currently in Manhattan. Hurrah!

Rating 2: Hauf-a-Ned

You’re just not the full bifta ur ye? Fair enough, you could do dot tae dot on yer coupon that you’ve that many plooks, ‘n’ ye can handle yer buckie ‘n’ yer jellies, but you’d be keechin’ in yer joggies if it came to a proper square go. Think yer a bit of a ticket? I’ll punch a hole in ye son.

Ned Names sure we all need our Ned Names too: Mine being Wingnut.

Rating 1: Pro Slapper

You are a total and utter slapper. You’ve got more tradesmen hingin’ oot ye than a Glasgow pub at closing time. A boaby-bandit of the first degree. If yer no plundering the plumbers, yer coupin’ the postie like the clatty, wee, clap-ridden senga that everyone, and I mean everyone, knows and loves.

My Ned Name is Minger.

Rating 3: Head Ned
You are pure mental, man! A total heid the baw in the first degree. Yer coupon’s like that spaghetti junction wae the amount of scars, reakin wae the bevy 24-7, you’re knees don’t even seen to bend when you walk yer that much of a bampot. And when you’re walking down the street wae your pitbull (slabbering chops at one end, baws swinging at the other), and your pure hackit burd (mair baws than the dug), both sporting your totally minging day-glo, his-n-her shell suits, everybody knows that you’re the top boy. Nae messin’!!!

Rating 1: Pro Slapper
You are a total and utter slapper. You’ve got more tradesmen hingin’ oot ye than a Glasgow pub at closing time. A boaby-bandit of the first degree. If yer no plundering the plumbers, yer coupin’ the postie like the clatty, wee, clap-ridden senga that everyone, and I mean everyone, knows and loves.

Really I'm quite shy and demure.