I’d rather be French kissed by Ellen Degeneres than Eat cold tapioca pudding
I Googled Ellen Degeneres pictures, she don’t look too bad, why is French kissing her to be avoided? Not that she’d likely want to kiss me, being as I’m a bloke.
I’d rather eat cold tapioca pudding than watch a Mary Kate and Ashley marathon.
Hell, I’d rather eat cold tapioca pudding than watch 15 minutes of a Mary Kate and Ashley video.
I’d rather watch fifteen minutes of a Mary Kate and Ashley video than See my grandmother in a porno movie.
I’d rather** See my grandmother in a porn movie** than ** shake hands with the man who was in the porn movie with my grandmother**.
I’d rather shake hands with the man who was in the porn movie with my grandmother than have to dig up my grandmother and bury her again.
I’d rather ** have to dig up my grandmother and bury her again.** than ** be forced to listen to Avril Levigne interviews and records for the rest of my life. **
Ignore that first period.
I was going to add something but that’s a tough one! 
Sporks are what make the world go round. They are those spoon/fork doodads you see every once in awhile. You know, its a bowl shaped utensil but it has itty bitty prongs at the tip like a fork. so its a spoon…and its a fork! Its a SPORK!
They are also very nice to stick in somebody’s yard in the middle of the night. Nothing gets a "
" look better than waking up to a bunch of plastic eating utensils sticking out in random places in your yard than being sporked!
I’d rather ** be forced to listen to Avril Levigne interviews and records for the rest of my life. ** (Hey…she’s hot and I’m 17) than ** sit on a light bulb and end up having lacerations of my ball sac, in which glass shards must then be removed by a doctor with really fat fingers without the use of any tools whatsover. **
what-so-ever. I can spell. honestly I can
Quote from a friend from work. “I’d rather be here then sucking dick for cocaine.” And our boss was right behind him.
Mwa.
I’d rather **sit on a light bulb and end up having lacerations of my ball sac, in which glass shards must then be removed by a doctor with really fat fingers without the use of any tools whatsover ** than be Hugh Grant’s date for Jeffrey Dahmer’s dinner party.
I’d rather be Hugh Grant’s date for Jeffrey Dahmer’s dinner party than see Yanni and Kenny G in a porno movie.
You saw it, didn’t you? Just a few seconds before the safeguard in your mind kicked in, for that brief instant where you were caught off-guard, there it was – an ever-so-brief mental glimpse of curly hair and bushy moustache in a whirl of sweat and sax licks. My work here is done.
I’d rather see Yanni and Kenny G in a porno movie than costar with Yanni and Kenny G in a porno movie.
I would rather costar with Yanni and Kenny G in a porno movie than costar in a porno movie with Regis and Kelly .
I’d rather co-star in a porno movie with Regis and Kelly than lick the floor of filthy public bathroom.
I’d rather ** lick the floor of a filthy public bathroom ** than ** pronounce that Bush and Osama are an estranged former gay couple **.
I’d rather pronounce that Bush and Osama are an estranged former gay couple than be one of the silly gold-digging women on Joe Millionaire.