You have a gun aimed at your head. You're forced to choose one idiot to sit next to you on a non-stop Greyhound bus from Key West to Anchorage.
Which one do you choose?
I'd take the bullet.
Death last a microsecond... aggravation from the unbearably annoying lasts forever and ever and ever.
On second thought, could I use them both as a (I use the term loosely) human shield?
And why in the name of god am I taking the bus anyway? Have I sunk that low that I can't afford an airline ticket? Then there's the whole leaving Key West for Anchorage thing... what sort of drugs am I on anyway?
There are way too many variables in this.
My theoretical muscle hurts.
SUPA GREG!!!
Posted by: Kat at November 13, 2004 09:05 AM