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Which Historical Lunatic Are You?
From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.
You are Ludwig II, the Swan King of Bavaria!

Born with the name of Otto, you became Ludwig at the request of your grandfather, King Ludwig I, because you were born on his birthday. You became Crown Prince at the tender age of 3, and soon after stole a purse from a shop on the basis that everything in Bavaria belonged to you. Tragedy struck when your pet tortoise was taken away; relatives thought the six-year-old prince was too attached to it. Your childhood was lonely and formal. Once, you were prevented from beheading your younger brother by the timeous arrival of a court official. From the age of 14 you suffered from hallucinations.

Despite striking an imposing figure with your great height and good looks, your speeches were pompous to the point of incomprehensibility. You became even more of a recluse, often spending hours reading poetry in a seashell-shaped boat in your electrically-illuminated underground grotto.

You are most famous for building three fairytale castles - Linderhof, Neuschwanstein and Herrenchiemsee - at tremendous public expense. Declared insane and confined to your bedroom by concerned (and embarrassed) subjects, you escaped on 13 June 1886, but were later found drowned with your physician in Lake Stamberg in mysterious circumstances.


Which Evil Criminal are You?
A Rum and Monkey crime.
Congratulations, you're Charles Manson!

Mad as a hatter and friend of Beach Boy Dennis Wilson, you believe that the Beatles song Helter Skelter is indicative of a coming race war, where the "blackies" will win. You also consider yourself a talented folksinger.

You have amassed a group of female followers known as The Family, who perform killings for you and look upon you as if you were Jesus Christ. You have sex with each and every one of them, and encourage them to have sex with each other, but they're most famous for killing pregnant actress Sharon Tate.

Cats

So I'm sitting here, minding my own business when Alexandra, the oldest of my three felines comes downstairs from her usual hiding spot in the spare bedroom's closet.

Without so much as a by-your-leave she walks over to the toybox, flips it over, grabs a mousey and sits down and plays with it.

I'm dumbfounded. She is the anti-social one. She only comes to be social at night so she only has to deal with me when I'm unconscious. But this ... this voluntarily playing and with the kitten toys????

Um... is there a candid camera crew around here somewhere?