This is a genuine psychological test. It is a story about a girl.
While at the funeral of her own mother, she saw this guy whom she did not
know. She thought this guy was amazing, so much her dream guy she
believed him to be, that she fell in love with him right then and there....
A few days later the girl killed her own sister.
Question: What is her motive in killing her sister?

I'll post the answer in a few days, meantime I'd like to see how y'all think.

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“It is only with the heart that one sees rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” - The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (1945)

The claim that this is a "genuine psychological test" is an urban legend. Sorry.

See this.

Yes, I suck.

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"And Wirthling isn't worth the paper he isn't printed on."

Yeah, Tinman sent me this a while ago, it turns out I'm not a psychopath.

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Dad was flammable

On second thought, maybe we can have some fun with this...

[list]
[*]Because her sister was flammable.
[*]She was directed to do so by Bill and/or Hillary Clinton, who, as we all know, are responsible for the deaths of just about everybody who has died in the last decade.
[*]Her sister forwarded her one too many urban legends.
[/list]

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"And Wirthling isn't worth the paper he isn't printed on."

To get to the other side?

I think I'm confusing this with another story.

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If it wasn't for bad luck I wouldn't have no luck at all. D'OH!

That wouldn't make her insane, would it?

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Dad was flammable

There's a lot of this going around. Asiangirl1 killed Asiangirl2 because she saw a beautiful $5 bill at their mother's funeral. Cowboy2 killed Cowboy1 because he saw a beautiful rotor turbine at his horse's funeral. Dr. Pedantic killed Captain Obvious because he saw a grammatically perfect subordinate clause at ...

Well, that comic never saw the light of day (thank goodness), but in that vain attempt, it morphed into this thing totally irrelevant to the discussion.

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ken.kaufman@gmail.com

She wanted to see the guy again and hoped he would attend her sisters funeral?

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"Eat a fucking cock." - attitudechicka

Let the Battafuoco / Fischer jokes commence!

Or don't. Probably better that way.

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"There's no point in beating a dead horse ... except, of course, for the pure joy of it." - A. Whitney Brown

I heard this in a pub a while ago. According to the results, I'm not a serial killer, which doesn't do its credibility any good.

BECUASE TEH BICH OF A HOAR DESREVED IT!!!!!!!1

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What others say about boorite!

A supposedly funny test that really is pretty funny, given a tight definition of "really."

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What others say about boorite!

According to the results, I'm intolerant of criticism. Can you imagine? What a load of steaming monkey crap!

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"You'll burn for this. Burn in jail!"

Without looking at the spoilers, my guess is the man she fell in love with is her father; she got knocked up, realized she was pregnant with her own half-sister, and had an abortion.

Am I right? what do I win? Do I win an abortion?

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When they invent BookFace, I'm -there-.

wow, now that I look at the links, I think my answer is perhaps the more twisted one than the "right" answer.

Or maybe I'm just more attuned to the "accidentally sleeping with your parent" thing because I read Oedipus Rex. Yeah, thats it.

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When they invent BookFace, I'm -there-.

Wirthling, you do suck.
She did it because the guy she fell in love with was George Harrison.
: p

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“It is only with the heart that one sees rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” - The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (1945)

I thought the guy was her brother who had a sex change and she killed him (now her) during sex – erotic asphyxiation. It's the same old girl-meets-boy-who-is-a-girl-who-is-her-sibling-falls-in-love-and-kills-him/her-during-passionate-bondage-story.

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"Jelly-belly gigglin, dancin and a-wigglin, honey that's the way I am!" Janice the Muppet

Yeah, but after that I'll bet it just gets weird. I'm sure they've worked some crazy twist into it somehow.

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"You'll burn for this. Burn in jail!"

Oh, you just like in Louisa May Alcott's "Little Women"!

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"Nothing expresses the brutal grandeur of rectal polyps and anal fistulae quite like the mother-tongue of Goethe."

I haven't looked at the answer yet, but from everyone else's response, mine seems kind of simple.

Julia was born to a noble lineage. Some would have called that fortuitous.

Not Julia.

"If only I'd been born of the prolitereate," she'd muse, holding a sunflower in front of her and plucking its petals away from each other. "I'd have been the happiest girl alive."

Andrea.

Andrea was born to a common lineage. Some would have called this a curse.

Not Andrea.

"My days are filled with mirth," she explained to her father, who'd just asked her for the umpteenth time how the daughter of a poor mender could always be so happy. "Because of you, and mamma, and of course Peter!"

Peter.

Peter was a simple fellow. He knew what he knew and once he knew it, it was forever known. Not stubborn. Or callous. Or jaded. Simply simple. What he knew, he knew. And if there's one thing Peter knew, it was that he loved his bride-to-be with all his heart.

Andrea rode her fine Arabian down the dusty path of Main Street. Its silky main silhouetting her own golden matte as the wind toyed with them both in unison. She rode at an even pace. Not too fast, not too slow -- the governing law of the socially elite. A law she hated.

Then suddenly her mom died, she fell in love, and she offed her sister. (I wonder why?)

THE END

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I ate a hooker half a bottle of knife.

ObiJo, you magnificent bastard.

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Dad was flammable