November 12, 2004


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?


Ill Mitch?



Supa Greg?

Tip of the hat to Katherine and Joe.

Posted by Jeff at November 12, 2004 08:19 AM | TrackBack

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.

Posted by: LeeAnn at November 12, 2004 10:12 PM


Posted by: Kat at November 13, 2004 09:05 AM