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Hi!

I commented something like this on a different thread and I thought it might make for an interesting game.

Not as interesting as MW's wrongly named 'Angram' game or his 'The Last Thing I Remember...' game but interesting nonetheless.

Here's how it goes:

I'll start it off by giving out 2 awful, awful choices and somone MUST choose one of them. Then that person does the next 'which would you rather' question.

The answerer MUST choose one of the given choices!

Sorta like 'Sophie's Choice' without the Nazis and stuff.

Without further ado:

Which would you rather watch: A 5 hour documentary about Dung beetles OR the High School Musical trilogy?

Keep in mind the HSM movies are only about 80 minutes each, so it pretty much evens out time wise. Oh, and no breaks or pausing the show(s).

Aren't they the same thing, MB?


Oh, alright. I choose the High School Musical trilogy. At least I can look at the chicks' tits.

My turn. What would you rather choose?:

1. Death on the Titanic or

2. Death on American Airlines Flight 11


Not much of a choice, I'll grant you, but that's the game, right?

Death on Flight 11.

It would be quicker. Maybe.

Which would you rather be caught wearing if you were in a auto accident and had to be taken to the ER?

A pair of women's frilly pink panties that are clean?

A pair of men's underwear that you haven't changed in 3 days and that are absolutely filthy.

You survive the accident BTW; just some cuts and brusies.

The men's underwear, soiled, not stirred.

Would you rather listen to a Girls Aloud album in its entirety or have your lips superglued to Susan Boyle's anus?

Regards

Skoob.

Now there's a Brit for ya! What fucking choice is that?

OK, the girl group.

Would you rather brush a rattlesnake's teeth?

or

Get a cold sore and herpes XVI from Amy Whinehouse?

The Rattlesnake. There's antivenin for the poison. There's no cure for herpes.

Sitting thru a Pauly Shore stand up special

Watching eye surgery in a medical theatre.

Never heard of Pauly Shore so it's got to be the eye surgery.

So, have your head slowly and excruciatingly crushed in a vice, like in 'Casino' or attach your genitalia to a work surface with a nail gun?

Skoob.

Or laugh like a mad thing because you're happy?

(Option 3 is for wimps)

Never heard of Pauly Shore? Consider yourself a lucky man!

As long as the nail doesn't actually go through one of my nuts, that sounds like a relatively minor injury, so I choose the nail gun. (I'm having a hard time picturing female genitalia being similarly nailed to a surface)

Would you rather drink an 8-oz cup of someone's tobacco spit, or an 8-oz cup of their fresh, warm urine?

I'm pretending I've gone to bed.

Going to bed with Monkey Woods, or going to bed with somebody who thinks the're Monkey Woods?

I'll take the piss by the way, Im allergic to tobacco spit.

But don't ask me how I know that.

Regards

Skoob.

To sleep, or to have sex?

Actually, it doesn't matter because I am also a dirty ape.

I choose Monkey.

Would you rather translate the Bible to Arabic, or the Quran to English?

Koran to English.

I'd sort the buggers out.

For males, Beyonce or Zeta Jones?

For females, Brad Pitt or Tom Cruise?

Sjkoob.

(The Norwegian one)

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Koran to English.

I'd sort the buggers out.

For males, For females, Brad Pitt or Tom Cruise?

Sjkoob.

(The Norwegian one)

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Beyonce or Zeta Jones = not one of them!

Michael Owen or Torres

Zeta Jones, because I could probably take Michael Douglas if I had to, but Jay-Z would be a big problem.

Would you rather eat a dozen long-stemmed roses, or gift-wrapped lingerie, gift-wrapping and all?

I think I'd go with Brad Pitt simply because Tom Cruise is a lunatic.

Although I've heard he smells.

I'm not too concerned either way. I'm no Katie Holmes and definately no Angie Jolie in the looks department.

You've both jumped the gun following question was:

Michael Owen or Torres?

Oh, I forgot my question.

Would you rather drink a glass of spoiled milk or lick 10 sweaty armpits?

I'd go with the roses, BTW


Don't know who those guys are, JO so it doesn't count.

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Oh, I forgot my question.

Would you rather drink a glass of spoiled milk or lick 10 sweaty armpits?

I'd go with the roses, BTW

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Madame your'e jumping the queue!!!

Wait your turn otherwise I'll have you whipped!

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Quote: Madame Bitters

Oh, I forgot my question.

Would you rather drink a glass of spoiled milk or lick 10 sweaty armpits?

I'd go with the roses, BTW

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Madame your'e jumping the queue!!!

Wait your turn otherwise I'll have you whipped!

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don't soil yourself.

I don't know who either of those guys are. How am I supposed make an informed decision when I don't know the choices?

MB,

Would you rather be whipped by Jaggedone personally, or clean him up after he soiled himself?

BTW - Call me an armpit licker.

Ha! Good one, SFO!

I choose option 1. That was by far the easiest choice I've made in this game.

So, drink the glass spoiled milk or lick 10 sweaty armpits?

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Quote: Madame Bitters

Oh, I forgot my question.

Would you rather drink a glass of spoiled milk or lick 10 sweaty armpits?

I'd go with the roses, BTW

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Madame your'e jumping the queue!!!

Wait your turn otherwise I'll have you whipped!

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don't soil yourself.

I don't know who either of those guys are. How am I supposed make an informed decision when I don't know the choices?

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Michael Owen (soccer player) Torres (soccer player)

MB, just choose one!! Who gives a fuck, BTW, I use to eat soil when I was a nipper, haven't been the same since!

I think I have a solution.

I'll lick Torres' armpit, then have a glass of spoiled milk with Owen.

Would you:

1) care to join me, or

2) clean up my vomit afterwards?

I guess I'd be on the vomit cleaning crew. As I've done it for all of my kids, it wouldn't be a big deal.

Now:

Would you rather have your testicles nailed to a fence post, have the fence post set on fire, and given a rusty, serrated knife to cut yourself free....

or

wake up in bed with a fat, ugly, toothless broad with hairy armpits because her father busts through the door with a shotgun and screams that you are marrying his baby girl.

J-Man

I'd take the first option, because the wife deals with the second option on a daily basis.

With me, I mean. I'm an ugly bastard, by my own admission.

So then:

Dallas Cowboys or Manchester United?

(We eat beef, not cheer for it)

Kindest Regards

Skoob