SO YOU’RE IRISH, but are you mature?
Time to put it to the test. How far can you make it through this post without a titter? Titter, ha.
Keep note of the stage you fall at to get your results at the end.
Stage 1, let’s start easy
China have high hopes then
What exactly do this lot landscape?
Score in this market? No thanks
NOTHING? Congrats, you’ve made it to stage 2
You were expecting a different quiz here, weren’t you?
A solid union, indeed
We’d refer to this soap as a cute one, eh
Are you sure you’re Irish? Stage 3, comin atcha
For all your gowl beauty (and fitness) needs
Not a bad address to have
We’re sure it is, mate
Not even a smile? OK, you robot. Our final attempt with Stage 4
That was quick
A bag of what now?
Would go well with this cosy jumper from Camp… huh?
Our new favourite rapper
Mickeys, Mickeys everywhere
We think this was in an AMA at some stage…
We’ll leave you with these poor people desperately looking for transport
And this should definitely exist
Time to tally up the results. Choose the stage you cracked to find out how immature you are.
Stage 1: Be honest, you lost at ‘titter’. You’re extremely immature, probably about 12-13 mentally. You giggle at the mere mention of farts and Mrs Brown’s Boys is your favourite programme. Hey, it’s OK.
Stage 2: So you’re not a literal child, but you do laugh at people falling over and things accidentally shaped like penises. Who DOESN’T, is what we’d like to know. You’ve been known to eat Haribo for breakfast the odd time and go scarlet whenever someone says the word ‘sex’. SEX.
Stage 3: You have a good sense of humour, but don’t waste your time on the small stuff. You probably enjoy an odd episode of QI but tut loudly any time you catch a glimpse of a Republic of Telly sketch. A mickey is a mouse to you and a ride can be found in a theme park. A gee is a gee though, in fairness.
Stage 4: You’re pretty mature but here, you’re only human at the end of the day. You don’t like childish nonsense despite habitually laughing at cat gifs and unfortunate hashtags (#susanalbumparty anyone?) when you’re alone. Basically, you’re everything Jedward are not.
Not at all: You’re immune to all innuendo, and are destined to comment below, proudly, about how mature you are and or how unfunny the world is. Hero.