Steph, Jeff, and Co.: What Spice Are You?

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

What Spice Are You?

Here's another one of those cute Internet quizzes. I like spices and herbs, so thought it would be fun. I think this one turned out pretty accurate for me.

You Are Basil

You are quite popular and loved by most people.

You have a mild temperament, but your style is definitely distinctive.

You are sweet, attractive, and you often smell good.

What Spice Are You?

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