According to this test, I’m some guy named “Barbecue”. I used to watch the TV show after school, but I’ve never heard of this guy:
You’re Barbecue, the firefighter of the team! You come from a long line of firefighters, and you’re willing to do anything it takes if you know you can save someone’s life from a fire. Off-duty, though, you’re a notorious party animal, known to open beer bottles with your teeth! Wow!
Party animal, si! Opening beer bottles with teeth, no! I’m a contract programmer and don’t have a fancy-schmancy dental plan like the G.I. Joe team members.
...and by that, I mean, being completely ignorant of the larger world outside the U.S.…
Wednesday, August 7, 1991: A sunny day at Toronto’s CNE Grandstand, and what a lineup:…
The cover painting says it all.