answer:
easy – the psycho – I’m getting good at handling them. (after all, I have to live with myself you know) – besides, psycho killer is a Talking Heads thing.
next dillema
Would you rather be a siamese twin with Carrot Top or trepan yourself?
for more information on trepanation: http://www.trepan.com/home.html
I always said I had too many evil spirits in my head… I’ll go for the trepanning… but can I trepan Carrot Top in the bargain? Pleeease?
Would you rather work for minimum wage at a rewarding job you love, or make $100 000 dollars a year as a telemarketer?
Oh, telemarketer all the way. I’d pick one phone number each day and call it all day long (like they do to me now).
Would you rather be an elephant dung taste tester for 10 years or Hitler’s footstool for the duration of WW2?
Dung taster. Apparently, elephant’s don’t digest their food very well, so it wouldn’t be too bad.
Would you rather be eaten by army ants, or be slowly lowered into a vat of molten copper?
Molten Copper. I’d die of shock first.
Would you rather take a job killing small animals by shoving electric sticks up their rectums (to preserve fur) or be an executioner.
Do I get to execute bad people?
If so, that.
Would you rather stop a fan’s blades with your tongue or lick the underbelly or a cockaroach?
Fan blade. Knowing how hot it is here it would piss off someone. 
And the next decision:
Would you go a year without the SDMB or clean bathrooms at bowling alleys with a toothbrush for the same amount of time?
Man I need trepanation like a… well you know.
If it could be my little brothers toothbrush then I would choose the bowling alley.
Would you rather listen to Mmmmm bop by Hanson for a week straight or the Chipmunk’s Christmas album?
I’m MmmmmmBoppping as we speak.
Would you rather have all your toenails be horribly, painfully, cripplingly ingrown for the rest of your life or perform anilingus on Danny De Vito after an evening of heavy Guiness consumption and a midnight curry?
I’ll do Danny as long as I’m the one that gets the Guiness and curry. No I won’t… here’s my toenails.
Would you rather get hit in the mouth with your grandmother’s underwear or Janet Reno’s bicycle seat?
How about Janet’s bicycle seat wrapped in Grandma’s undies?
Would you rather run full speed naked through a glass patio door, or drink a glass of sweat wrung out of Mr. T’s tee shirt?
Where did you steal those from? I’m dying to remember where I heard that one before.
I pity the foo’ who runs through glass doors. T all the way.
Would you rather be forced to beat yourself into unconciousness each night with a frying pan, or have a leprous, cannibalistic roommate?
Roomie.
Would you rather eat a piece of cutie pie’s feces next Tuesday or perform oral on Anna Nicole last Friday?
starve for sure. You’d be surprised how many people do. It is very common among elders. They just stop eating and drinking. They say in that situation it is actually very peaceful. Much better than drowining in edemetous lungs.
Evo