Would you rather…
January 3, 2008 by smack
Ok, I just peed a little laughing at this one.
Would you rather:
- Be accidentally hit in the head very hard with a sock with a potato in it
OR! - Be accidentally hit in the head very hard with a rubber hose
discuss
rubber hose
I think the rubber hose would make a better noise.
i am going sock with potato. because i like the word potato, it is fun to say, and also to add to the end of people’s names. like kellypotato.
also, if it were a mashed potato, then i would think it would not hurt much at all.
It might mash on your head. I really can’t stop laughing at the phrase “sock with a potato in it”.
How would getting hit in the head by a potato in a sock be an accident? It sounds like attempted murder. I’d go with the rubber hose.
Potatodacity!
you know how it goes… you’ve finally found time to put that potato in that sock. You’re swinging it around with great ferocious glee and then “whaackckkkawww” you brain someone with it accidentally.
I’m sure it happens all the time. Speaking of..there’s a spud over here that’s got an eye on me..
Definitely the hose. Once, when we were kids, my younger sister and I thought it would be hilarious to fill a sock with pennies and then use it as a weapon on one another. I bravely took the first wollup. LIGHTS OUT!!! Not as funny as I had thought. Let me tell you - any hard object being swung from a sock packs some serious punch.
Boy if I only had a dollar for every childhood head injury…
OMG, that makes me have a flashback to college where there was this girl who had some revolving nicknames:
panface.
and…
“the girl who got hit in the face with a bag of nickels.”
Potato!
I’m Irish.
A potato would never *truly* cause me harm!
I nicknamed a girl panface! Mostly because it looked like she’d been hit in the face with a frying pan.
As for what I’d rather have… I think a rubber hose. Why waste a perfectly good potato?
I am laughing so hard reading these…
I’d go with the potato-sock.
panface brings back the ole mammaries, doesn’t it
I owe you the longest email or phonecall ever.
Especially since your frickin’ baby on your Christmas card is so cute I want to shove her into my uterus and plop her out and pretend she’s mine.
ack.