I’d rather….
Friday, November 30th, 2007I’d rather get my wisdom teeth pulled with rusty pliers and without nitrous oxide or any form of pain medication and in the backseat of a van in Detroit with the logo, “get yo toof fixed here” than watch girls basketball.
I’d rather have my penis circumsized by a blind doctor who is an alcoholic and has just quit drinking for the first time in a decade and is shaking like he is having a seizure and only uses branch cutters dipped in a vat of hot sauce than watch girls cross country.
I’d rather be a massage therapist who can only get a job working on fat people who all have bedsores because they can’t get out of bed and who gives happy endings because they can’t see their private parts and the massages always take place before the guy with the power washer comes in than watch a girl’s lacrosse game
I’d rather have a glass test tube filled with soap stuck in the tip of my penis while driving across a parking lot with speed bumps at full speed without any suspension on the car than watch a girl’s softball game.
I’d rather dig a hole so only head is sticking out of the ground have scalding hot maple syrup poured on my head next to a huge anthill while I have headphones on that keep on playing over and over again the sound of screaming babies than watch a powder-puff football game.
I’d rather use an electric drill with an industrial sized bit the size of a souvenir bat while standing in a bathtub of ice cold water and homeless person urine with open wounds on my feet to remove the hairs from my nose than watch a girl’s volleyball game.








