The ultimate questions of life
I took a quiz today, “How many baboons could you take in a fight (armed only with a giant dildo)”. I suggest you take it too: Fight Baboons. According to this hightly scientific and what I certainly believe to be accurate quiz, I can fend off 18 of them, which is a huge relief to know.
It is indeed questions like these that are forever torturing me. Yes, I find that I often awake in a pool of sweat, feverishly wondering, what I would do if attacked by an illtempered gang of quasi-rabid ferrets; and I am only armed with a small chestnut, two rubber bands, a slightly used Kleenex and some crud in bottom of my pocket… could I, when up against the wall go all McGyver on their asses and make a small nuclear device ?
Aaah such are the questions of life.
