I Let My Fists Do The Talkin’

Would you rather have Boston Creme filling constantly dripping out of your fingertips or you have to roll everywhere?

Would you rather have grapes for toes or one finger be a banana?

Would you rather have every time you tried to put any thing put into another thing… like putting stuff into a bowl or a bag of garbage into a trash can… a big muscle dude come out and say “DENIED!” and block you from doing it or everymorning when you woke up, that same big dude would punch you square in the face?

Pick one: Would you rather have, every time you opened your mouth a ladle’s-worth of oatmeal fall out or every time you farted The Star Spangled Banner played.

Everytime you have a sexual thought about anyone or anything, a tiny one-inch man in a tuxedo will appear and announce whatever you thought of outloud or everytime you have a sexual thought about anyone… even if it’s passing or involuntary… they are instantly teleported in front of you.

Would you rather cry gummi bears or shit waffles? (and the waffles smell and look like fresh waffles and mostly taste like waffles so you can eat them but every 10th waffle is actually a shit.)

Would you rather have your eyes and nose switch places (two noses, one big eye) or your ears and mouth switch places (two mouths, one ear)?

One of these will be removed from existance, which would you keep: The Beatles or ice cream?

(devised by Will Hines, Gavin Speiller, Erik Tanouye, Jackie Clarke, and Charlie Sanders)

This entry was posted on Wednesday, January 17th, 2007 at 11:49 pm and is filed under Progress.