I like the thing you Americans do with what you guys call roast beef sandwiches or rolls when you have loads of sliced roast beef in the bread or rolls and then dunk it in gravy or tobasco gravy before putting it on a plate.
The only conversation I've ever had about MBTI (that was brought up by someone else):
David: hmm, what was I David: in a Myer-thing David: let's see, I guess I was an INT...J? Billy: everyones fucking INTJ on the interent Sara: I'm INFJ! Sara: what are you again, aren't you an extrovert Jason: Billy, no one is an INTJ except me Sara: David is Jason: bull Nick: I didn't take a thing Nick: Or, well, I haven't taken it since like the seventh grade Jason: take it now Nick Sara: yeah, take it now Sara: that way we can classify you based on four letters Lee: i've been a wide range of M-B types Lee: that's why: it's bullshit Jason: every aspergian neckbeard this side of 127.0.0.1 is INTJ