I have a friend who makes me play every kitschy pop culture game on the planet. For the record, in my life as a mini-series, I’d have Jason Bateman play me.
In my life as a motion picture, I’d have Jake Gyllenhaal play me.
Again, just for the record, I’d have to say that I’d fuck Joey…
…and kill Ross (to stop the whining).
A more entertaining game, but not one my friend has the necessary expertise to play, would be to play with homoerotic wrestlers. Let me see. In my life as a mini-series, I’d have Cody Nelson play me.
In my life as a motion picture, I’d have Brad Rochelle play me.
And given the options that I’d need to squash, job, or competitively wrestle one each of the following, I’d choose to squash The Enforcer (that mask is coming off, baby, along with the trunks!)…
… job for Trent Diesel (I want to see that orgasm-twisted face of his staring down at me it victory)…
… and competitively wrestle with Denny Cartier (though he’ll just have to deal with the fact that I’m squeezing that beautiful round ass of his).
Instantly I want to change my answers… Now this fun!