seymour vs. nunchucks.

really good one, kari!
as soon as i read it, ideas just started pouring out! like woah this question evoked so many emotions! i actually immediately made a point-form list, which i will now consult, to explain my decision:
I CHOOSE SEYMOUR, DUH. a few reasons (from the list):
* there is a good chance he gets free fried chicken. if you were bff's you'd probs get some too.
* he has a sweet record collection which he houses in a totally bizarre room and it would be fun to sit in that room and touch all his things (NO NOT LIKE THAT), while listening to someone named jelly roll morton or something like that. (and probably eating fried chicken...do you see how great of a best friend he would be?).
* ok another one...there would hardly never be a risk of getting injured with nunchucks. on the other hand, maybe having a weapon is good for protection. he could probably just protect you with his charm and good looks though.
maybe that's all for now. i am tired. seymour rules so hard. oh he also drinks wine. which i am pro at!

ok.

WWYR?!
wear as a 'perfume'...male, un-neutered cat pee
OR
an alcoholic's breath? (that one inspired by a bus ride yesterday!).

fyi...dont worry about what other ppl might be able to stand more...you can stay inside all day if you want! it's more what you could put up with better.

hopefully next time i can think of something not-gross. bye!

uninspired but still a good question minus poop and other bodily secretions

Erin... I know you enjoy Ghost World as much as I do (hopefully I made that up so I sound really cool), so I have to pose this crucial, to-die-for question:

Who would you rather be best friends with...

Seymour from Ghost World (played by none other than STEVE BUSCEMI!!!!) or... that other guy who plays with nunchucks and eats meat sticks??? Yes, nunchucks guy is a minor role compared to Seymour, but he is equally important, to be quite honest.



WHOOOOA WHAT A TOSS-UP!!!

this WWYR made me really hungry...

I've been racking my brain over this one for the past few days... both are extremely gross, and both would make me want to die or barf which is pretty much the same thing, in my humble opinion. But then I started thinking... HEY, why not ADD these marvelous bodily ingredients to ACTUAL edible food items?? For instance, you could easily dilute the blister liquid if you drained it properly... you could put it into a cocktail! You never know, it could get you even MORE fucked up!!!! As for the scab, you could crunch it up real nice and fine and sprinkle it over a dinner much like Mrs. Dash, y'know what I'm sayin'??? Now that I've taken in these choices with a grain of salt (LITERALLY), I would choose... well... honestly... without all the fancy recipes that include nasty body liquids or crusts, I'd go with the scab... wait... maybe not... two centimetres is fucking huge for a scab. Maybe the liquid then... I'd get super duper drunk before "drinking" the liquid (although it can't be THAT much... unless the blister was the size of my head...) and then I'd drink it and blame it on my intoxication. Yeah. Good answer, Kari.

My WWYR is still under construction... I haven't gone that far. Ugh, I suck, I know. If you come up with a question, I encourage you to ask it. Is that against the rules? I don't plan on taking forever, but you know, just to keep this blog alive for all of our huge fans...

stained underpants! stained underpants!

ferreal.

feral?

i would much prefer some old nast crust on me then gooey slimey fresh...with the crusty i feel like i could just step out of that kiddy pool, brush myself off, and continue with my day. probs wouldnt even smell too bad! would barely need a shower! hopefully none of those undies had std's in them. or used needles for that matter. you know older people...who are not babies...they be using the needlz!
im not drunk, really.

ok a question...
WHAT WOULD YOU RATHER?
eat your own scab (let's say 2cmx2cm in size!...hardened, dried, not pussing) OR drink the liquid from a popped blister on your foot?


**i opened a new window to google image search 'scab' but then i realized we have to draw the line somewhere. plus, kari, you didnt include pictures of crusty/runny poo in a kiddy pool, so im following by your tasteful example.

remember spandau ballet??? "I KNOOOOOOW THIS MUCH IS TRUUUUUUUE"....

Erin, you have presented me with a difficult decision, as drunkenness is the key ingredient to solving life's problems such as this one. However, when I really sit down and think about it (mainly on the toilet), I have come up with an answer... and I know you must be thrilled at this discovery.
Although a five minute recital all by my lonesome sounds rather endearing, it wouldn't be the same without my dear friend called booze. So that one is out of the question. Obviously, I am left with no other option. I would sit on my ass and watch a boring fucking stupid recital for four stinkin' hours. To make this bearable, I have come up with a brilliant plan. Since it is four hours long, that is a damn good time to catch up on my sleeping. The night before, I would totally pull a crazy all-nighter and then I would go to the ballet totally fucking delirious and then I would snooze through the whole thing. I'm not one to fall asleep in public places, but I'm pretty sure if I was up for more than 24 hours, it would be a perfectly reasonable assumption that I would conk out. And there you have it!

I am going back to our gross ways, so be prepared for this WWYR!!!

Erin, would you rather sit in a kiddy pool of old, crusty, stained underpants (both women's and men's... think about it) or sit in a kiddy pool full of fresh diapers (and by fresh, I mean freshly pooped and peed in)??? I was going to use a gigantic swimming pool instead of a kiddy pool, so be thankful that your head is above the crotchiness and doodoo.