For a million dollars cash, would you drink a tall, frosty glass of diarrhea?
Nope, not a chance. If I can't get calimari down my gullet, diarrhea ain't gonna make it.
Would you rather have sex everyday with Rev. Al Sharpton
live in celibacy on the planet of naked hugh jackmans???
After some clarification as to the duration of the options (he said for the rest of my days) I'll go with the planet of naked Hugh Jackmans
Would you rather be a gigantic peanut in a room full of squirrels, or a blow-up doll in a 350-pound sweaty virgin computer geek's motel room?
I'm already nuts so I will stick with what I know.
So okay, would you rather be unable to bathe but have all clean clothes to wear?
Be able to bathe but only have filthy clothes to wear?
I've actually lived this dilemma during the 65 day bicycle trip I was a part of in 1987 (check out Tuesday archives from summer of 2007 if you're interested in reading. I did a series on the trip). I'll go with the regular bathing with filthy clothes.
Mary asked (after answering ALL of my queries so bonus points to her!):
To fall in love with someone who doesn't love you or to have someone you don't love fall in love with you?
I'd rather take the pain of unrequited love than cause the pain.
Would you rather be wealthy or happy?
Happy, always happy.
listen to fingers scraping a chalkboard for an hour or being locked in a room full of screaming toddlers for 5 hours?
Bring on the toddlers. I'd have to kill the scraper of fingernails to make that stop after only a few minutes. I'm a mother. I can handle screaming toddlers.