I likey the French.  Of course, I live in Canuckistan, where liking the French is a government mandate.  But my kids speak a little French now, and it’s cute.  Way cute.

Between cute little froglings and Sarkozy, I suppose that embracing my inner surrender monkey isn’t quite as damaging as it used to be.

Are you speaking French yet?

My inner European is Irish.

“Sprited and boisterous!
You drink everyone under the table.”

Sigh.  I was aiming for Flemish.

No, david, I don’t.  I’m a bilingual illiterate.  I can’t read and write in TWO different languages.

Your Inner European is Italian!

Big effin’ surprise there…

***Your Inner European is Dutch!***

Open minded and tolerant.
You’re up for just about anything.

And a member of the VRWC, a card-carrying Mad Scientist, and NOT a member of the Bavarian Illuminati. Honest.

Irish for me as well.

But if I used my second option on the political question, I became Dutch.

Not sure how to take that.

Irish ... although my days of drinking everyone under the table have passed since the lil’ one came along!

BWA HA HA!!!

Dutch, as well.

Russian.  Apparently this is because I chose apple pies, pasta, and Mercedes.  Not that I wish to call into question the validity of the quiz, or anything.  8-)

I knew you were a crazy commie. Although Wheels being Dutch does come as a surprise.

Irish. Which, considering both my mother, and my dad’s mother, were Irish, makes some sense. And I had to compromise on a couple of answers because the choices I would have wanted weren’t available.

But then, if my preferred choices had been available, my inner European wouldn’t still be in Europe.