Quiz - Time Out New York

Do you cower like a lab rat when faced with danger or embrace it like a suicidal maniac? Take our test to find out how ballsy and brave you really are.

By Ashlea Halpern

What’s the biggest risk you’ve taken in the past year?

Hmm, let’s see… I bought a lottery ticket at the bodega. I lost $2!

I gave a cop the finger—after he turned his back.

I rode my bike along the BQE, blitzed out of my brain on tequila and poppers.

I fake–bungee jumped on one of those bouncy things at Playland Park in Westchester.

2.The most “extreme” trip you’ve ever taken involved:

A greasy spoon, a hirsute trucker and a Motel 6 in Andalusia, Alabama.

Ice diving in the White Sea.

The 6 train on a Saturday night.

Indoor rock climbing in Vegas.

3.Find the biggest bruise on your body. Where is it and how’d it get there?

On my knees; I was giving a blow job to a bouncer at Bungalow 8.

On my shin; I stumbled into an ottoman in my living room.

On my ribs; I got it after busting into a Dumpster at Whole Foods, huntin’ for some freegan vittles.

On my neck; my boyfriend has this weird thing for hickeys.

4.How’d you celebrate the fifth anniversary of the war in Iraq?

Watching CNN, drinking beer and feeling sorry for my country.

In jail. I was locked up for burning effigies of that motherfuckin’ dictator asshole Bush in Union Square. It’s bullshit, I tell you—bullshit!

Typing invitations for our next Young Republicans of Carroll Gardens meeting.

Blogging about the injustice of war and sending “peace candles” as gifts on Facebook.

5.You’re being forced to engage in a little urban exploration. Where do you go first?

Oh man, this is so awesome! Maybe a sewer or a storm drain? Or—ooh, I know!—an abandoned insane asylum!

A rail yard or some kind of aboveground construction. Nothing too scary.

Ugh, gross. The Lower East Side?

This sounds illegal, and I refuse to take part in illegal activities— even hypothetically.

6.We’ve got a pair of midnight tix to see a basement production of an avant-garde play featuring three women, a giant plastic donkey and 30 gallons of fake blood. Want ’em?

Hell, no. I hate weird for the sake of weird.

Hells, yeah. My BFF, Razor, has front-row seats. I’d love to join her!

Pass. Those kinds of events attract freaks and druggies.I’ll stick with Grease.

Tickets? Honey, I’m in the show! I’ll be the one sloshing around the kiddie pool, jamming bananas up my coochie.

7.What’s the hardest drug you’ve ever done?

Gotta take a walk on the wild side: horse.

Just some blow. Or maybe meth. Ecstasy?

Weeeeeed, dude.

Does Sudafed count?

8.When scanning a menu in an Indian or Thai restaurant, do you skip dishes with a chili pepper icon next to them?

Usually. I’m always wary that the heat might kill the flavor of the dish.

Definitely. I have a sensitive stomach.

Puh-lease. I tell the waiter to make it a triple, and bring a plate of raw peppers on the side.

Nah, I’ll give it a go. But I’ll probably ask for extra water.

9.What is the naughtiest thing you’ve ever done in bed?

I did it doggy-style with a one-night stand.

Handcuffs and pleather, baby.

I pegged my best friend’s boyfriend with a ten-inch strap-on while an obese trannie hooker watched us from across the room.

I forgot to use fabric softener—eek!

10.What’s the most daring thing you’ve ever done on a subway?

Hopped a turnstile

Rode on the outside of the car, and then spit at an MTA worker when he tried to tear me down

Exited through the Emergency Only door

Walked between cars while the train was in motion

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