An interesting segment on NPR the other day posed the question: What would you live for? What would you die for? What would you kill for?
So naturally I’m co-opting this and putting it on my blog. I need answers people. GOOD answers. And to start the ball rolling, here are mine:
Live for: finding that perfect man who’s a blend’a Paul Bunyan, Saint Pat, and Noah Webster… with a ten inch penis of course.
Die for: A martini as dry as the sahara
Kill for: the right amount of money–say 2.5 million dollars or so.
But a close runner up in the kill for column is this motorcycle:
The colorscheme is Nuclear Blue and Molten Orange. How hot is THAT?
That bike IS fucking hot. It makes me want one. Seriously.
Live for: my own theatre company.
Die for: the insurance money.
Kill for: that 10-inch penis.
And you quoted Mrs. Paroo. You rock.
Yes, the bike is hot! I love molton orange.
Live for: my 10 inch penis (well 8 actually)
Die for: my husband
Kill for: a townhouse in the west village
Okay…..lemme give this a shot…
Live for: the day when I can retire with my man and spend the “golden years” together
Die for: either of my parents, two sisters, or 6 nieces/nephews
Kill for: a first-place bodybuilding physique like Erik Fankhouser or Branch Warren