Games!

[trinityofone]

I'm bored and currently have the intellectual prowess of a sulky tuna. So...let's play a game! Let's play two games! You can pick from either:

Marry, Shag, or Cliff
Wherein you give me the names of three persons, either fictional or real, and I tell you which one I would marry, which I'd shag once, and which I'd toss off a cliff. Then I'll respond with three choices for you.

~or~

Death Is Not an Option
Wherein you give me two names, again either fictional or real, and I have to tell you which one I would sleep with, provided that death is not an option. Then I'll respond with a pair for you.

You can ask other people who have commented, too. I'm totally in favor of the voyeuristic approach as well. Just: please, please help entertain me!

Comments

[lunarwolfik.livejournal.com]

Selling the photos, I like how your mind thinks. And I heartily agree with you about the gag. His voice causes aneurysms, it's been proven.

Hmm...I guess I'd have to cliff poor Jayne (and hope that Serenity would be waiting a la Trainjob), shag Sawyer, and marry Dean. I don't think I couldn't *not* marry that boy.

Oh god, Pat Robertson! My brain, it burnssss...You officially win the evil award. I'd pick Bob Jones because he's not Pat Robertson. Pat Robertson makes me want to punch things. (and I now need to scrub my brain for having to think of Pat Robertson and sex at the same time. *shudders*)

Okay, how about

Vala, Teyla, and Cadman

and

Woolsey or Wolf Blitzer

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Marry Vala, shag Teyla, and cliff Cadman while concentrating on her in her most annoying, mean-to-Rodney form. *g*

And since just hearing Wolf Blitzer's name nearly makes me pass out with the giggles, I'll go with Woolsey because it would be less insulting to all parties.

Do you want another? I am experiencing total mental meltdown...