hours from now i will be on a plane bound for southeastern bumfuckville, colo.
ay dios mio…
- Would you rather:
- wake up half your age and half your intelligence OR twice your age and twice your intelligence?
double-trouble, baby! seriously, twice your age would only really be a problem if you’re like over 40 or 50 or something…i would love to double my intelligence, cuz there ain’t a whole lot there to begin with! - be audited by the IRS every year for 10 years OR have the CIA scan your computer and share the results with your parents?
you know, aside from the constant mentions of buttsex and wang and such, and various IM conversations that should never see the light of day, i think i’d much rather have my parents see what’s on my computer (what? that many mutilated sims families is normal! normal, i say!) than deal with the fucking IRS. dude, fuck the IRS. - step in fresh dog poop with your bare feet OR have an elephant fart on you?
um…wow. you know, i’m assuming an elephant fart wouldn’t require the squishygrossness or the scrubbing furiously. in theory, i don’t know…i’d rather not find out. stepping in cat-pee soggy carpet is bad enough as is, man. - have a body-builder kick you in the shins OR have an 80-year-old punch you in the nose?
i think the shin-kickin’, really. cuz like, arms might be powerful or legs or whatever, and i’ve gotten some mighty evil shin injuries before. but like, face injuries hurt in that way that makes your eyes squinch up.
