I love small polls that begin with, “What would you rather do?”
My favorite is, would you rather have a one night stand with someone really young, really ugly, or married?
Does anyone else make these up?
Are all of the polls such no-brainers? 
Um… I’m 18, so somebody “really young” to me would have to be just past puberty, so ick… really ugly? well, the ugliest guy i know, i would not sleep with so no… I guess married. As long as it’s just a one-night stand and I don’t know his wife.
Someone 18 or so would be really young by my account, so yeah, let’s go there 
Would you rather:
Streak at halftime during the superbowl or have a novel published by all your former lovers describing your prowess, or lack thereof?
Aha, the old “gun to the head” game. My last roommate and I would play this at 3 am, sitting on the front step, drinking Coronas. Good times.
I think I’d streak at halftime during the Super Bowl- you know, in the privacy of my own home, with the game on TV. 
Manservant, it seems to me that if someone were confident enough to streak the Superbowl, they’d probably like having a novel of their exploits published.
I’ll go with the 18-year-old, too, BTW.
Would you rather drive a really expensive and good-looking car that always breaks down or a cruddy, beaten-up looking one that ran like a top?
What if the person is really young, really ugly, and married?
Definitely the cruddy one that runs like a charm. Beaters have wonderful character.
I can’t think of one…
Really young.
Streak.
Beater.
Would you rather win $5 million in the lottery or get an absolutely killer job doing fantastic stuff that you’ve always wanted to do that paid just enough to cover your bills and would take up about 60 hours of work a week?
This like those Snapple radio ads that used to run.
Guy #1
Would you rather have grass for hair or always have 3y.o. body?
Guy #2
Hmmm if I was 3 could I still hold business meetings?
Guy #1
Yes, but you would get distracted by shiny things.
Guy #2 Hmmm…
Hell, I’m already distracted by shiny things. On the other hand, grass for hair would actually be kind of a cool fashion statement . . .
Nah. I’d probably forget to water it.
I’d rather win the lottery. With 5 million dollars, I can always amuse myself. Fulfilling career? Pah.
If your TV got stuck on one channel, what would you want that channel to be?
IF someone nialed your genitals to the floor and handed you a dull, rusty butterknife and then began flooding the room, would you die or become a eunich?
One channel: The one the black box transmits on. Bwah hah hah.
I actually saw this one in a book recently:
Would you rather burp the sound of a gong, or sneeze the sound of a bowling strike?
My vote: burp the gong, baby.
Oh, and I’d rather have grass for hair.
$5 million,
Grass for hair,
Assuming I didn’t kill the guy before he naile dmy nuts to the floor…<sheesh> eunich and then I’d hunt them down and make them die very slowly (like the druggy in Se7en.)
Burp the gong.
(I’m skipping the “channel” one since it’s not really either-or)
Would you rather have strep throat 3 times a year, leaving you in pain for 3 days each time or would you have your tonsils taken out leaving you in pain for two weeks straight but fine ever after?
Well, considering that I’m cough 31, I could still legally have sex with someone “really young” (as has been noted), I’d pick someone young. Besides, men are supposed to hit their, uh, peak at 18
Cyni … that’s a tough one. I think I’d probably streak, and then die of mortification on the 50yd line.
Beater all the way. I don’t care about looks in a car, I just want to be able to count on the damn thing.
$5 mil. Easy choice. I could live quite happily on that for the rest of my life.
Grass for hair, but not crab grass
I’d have to pick sneeze like a strike, but only because I keep giggling just thinking about that
Oh, and to answer thinksnow’s question:
I’d probably pick strep 3x a year because I’m a chicken and would be too afraid of surgery.
Bang Rosie O’Donnell at high noon in Times Square or clean a men’s room in Grand Central Station with your tongue?
I would already have fainted.
Young, novel, beater, million, espn, burp, have tonsils out, bang Rosie O’Donnell.
Would you rather:
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be the opposite sex
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look like the opposite sex
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not attract the opposite sex (or same sex, if you’re gay)
What would I rather do?
I’d rather run the luuuuuuggggggggeeeeee through the German Alps at three hundred kilometres per hour, cold wind rushing over my bodyyyyyy in the drunken, euphoric rush of sliding downhill on glaciers wearing only boxer shorts and socks!!!
If there’s a ramp at the end, then I’ll be even happier. As long as there’s a big, fluffy pillow at the end to break my fall.