Spanky got a board game from her brother for her birthday called “Would you Rather…”
It comes with a box of cards that has these crazy hypotheticals.
Would you rather spend two weeks with your head stuck in a metal bucket -OR- six days with your entire body stuck between the rails of a wrought iron fence?
Whoevers turn it is has to guess which answer the rest of the group (as a majority) will choose. The group has 90 seconds to debate which one is better.
For me it was a no brainer. Bucket head. The others, who outnumbered me said it didn’t matter what I thought. I said, “Wait, stuck in the fence, how are you going to go to the toilet?”
Blane Jr. said he’d crap in a bucket and someone else would cart it off. He said he would not like being “blinded” with a bucket over his head for two weeks. That six days was less harsh than two weeks.
I couldn’t imagine anyone being there to cart anything for me. I don’t think that way. I could actually imagine myself being the poor bastard putting up a shower curtain for him to have his privacy and doing his dirty work while he’s stuck in a fence.
There’s a “challenge” part to the game where we have to make up our own hypotheticals and mix them up with hypotheticals in the game and the other players have to guess which one came from the game.
That part was what was the most interesting. Blane Sr. made up one that involved having to hang by your sideburns all day. Another, “Would you rather have someone dig in your ear with a long needle -or- up your sinus cavity with a needle. Blane Jr. had one involving getting farted on. Boys…
Mine had something about being stranded in a Venezuelan train station. Or up in the Andes mountains with a fine bottle of Chilean wine.
“The wine one,” they all said without hesitation. Ha. There is so little oxygen up there wine would only help them freeze to death faster!
So, let me pull a random question for you. There are the four categories:
A) pain, fear, or discomfort
B) Appearance, Embarrassment
C) Ethics, Intellect
By the roll of the die, we land on appearance, embarrassment.
Your turn to answer this and tell me why:
Would you rather be forced to look at yourself in every reflective surface you pass for at least 20 seconds -OR- never see your reflection again?
I’d chose the latter. It wouldn’t be so bad to know whether or not I’m getting wrinkles. Or whether I’ve got any bags under my eyes. Or if I my ass looked too big. Hell yeah.