So there ya are, Barbara, sitting at your computer, looking to find that special man who not only made is first million by the time he was 25 but somehow found the time to visit the liquor store for that six-pack they call his stomach when there it is, that compatability test that everyone and their mother's dogs write and you think to yourself "Oh golly gee, certainly my ideal man who is successful not only in business but fabulous in bed will have taken the time to not only sign up for OK Cupid but is waiting for me to take his test so that he can sweep me off my feet."
This isn't it. But if you could put down that tub of chocolate ice-cream you somehow think of as both the cause and solution to your problems, you'll find that this is a [Scrubs] trivia test. So whatta you say, Beatrice? You have the stones to pitch a perfect game when it matters?
