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Just to be a total whore, I picked all of the, because surviving these situations wouldn't take rocket science. 'Course, the angry chimp attack and the ship turning over would be the most dangerous (Seriously... I've watched Animal Planet, and with the boat thing, you've got to worry about supplies and hypothermia).
Snakes... I'm not really afraid of snakes, and I know a good deal about them.
Aaaaaaaaannnnyway....I'm bipolar so it would probably depend on my mood swing situation anyway. Hell, given the proper situation, "yah" random horror icon might say, "Damn, girl, you wanna work for me?" Shit, Leatherface's family might be distantly related to mine; their side inbred while mine branched out... The crazy still remains.
Michael? Here's how it'd be...
Me: Psych-wards, eh?
Mike: You too?
Me: Yeah, totally?
Mike: What a bitch. Ya gotta write with crayons, eat with spoons, doped up all the time...
Me: You're not kiddin'
Mike: After I'm done butchering these fuck-ups, you wanna get a cup of coffee and talk?
Me: Yeah
No problem.
Having said that...
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