So this is a fun game my roommates and I used to play in college. They were playing it this morning on the radio and it brought me back to those good old days. So here are a few for you to answer... (You have to answer one way or the other, there is no "neither" answer.)
Would you rather hit every red light for the rest of your life or pass gas every third time you sneeze?
Would you rather be able to fly or selectively hear people's thoughts?
Would you rather have three eyes (all on your face) or one leg?
Would you rather only eat your favorite food for the rest of your life or never eat it again?
Would you rather marry the love of your life and be with them for one day or marry the second best and spend a lifetime with them?
(Here is my favorite "would you rather" that I ever made up)
Would you rather poop your pants on a date or throw up on your date?
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
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Would you rather hit every red light for the rest of your life or pass gas every third time you sneeze? I would sooo rather pass gas every third time I sneeze. I mean, thats what bean-o was invented for! :)
Would you rather be able to fly or selectively hear people's thoughts?
There is no way I want to hear what people are thinking. People are too mean or gross. I'd love to fly.
Would you rather have three eyes (all on your face) or one leg? Ehhhh....I guess I'd opt for the three eyes.
Would you rather only eat your favorite food for the rest of your life or never eat it again? Only eat my favorite food.
Would you rather marry the love of your life and be with them for one day or marry the second best and spend a lifetime with them? Ok, whatever, but I'd rather marry the love of my life.
(Here is my favorite "would you rather" that I ever made up)
Would you rather poop your pants on a date or throw up on your date?
Oh hilarious...I remember this one. I'd rather poopy my pants. Either way though, there is no second date with that guy...unless he's the love of my life.
Good post! I'm gonna copy you.
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