I would rather have berries than melon.
I would rather be cold than hot.
I would rather swim than ski.
I would rather fly than drive.
I would rather watch reality t.v. than soap operas.
I would rather dine out than eat in.
I would rather have potatoes than meat.
I would rather dance than watch.
I would rather tap shoes than ballet shoes.
I would rather diet soda than regular.
I would rather mascara than lipstick.
I would rather tights than pantyhose.
I would rather Mindy Smith than Carrie Underwood.
I would rather a bath than a shower.
I would rather a funky beat than a screeching guitar solo.
I would rather not know than spoil the mystery.
I would rather wear knee socks than knee high boots.
I would rather drink champagne than a daiquiri.
I would rather read book than do a crossword puzzle.
I would rather take an essay test than multiple choice.
I would rather be scared than scare someone.
(Inspired by Tales Of Mere Existence “A QUICK LIST OF PERSONAL PREFERENCES”)
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Right, Wrong, Wrong, Right, No good choice, wrong, wrong, wrong, right, right, right, who are these people, right, wrong, right, wrong, right, right, wrong, wrong.
I calls ‘em like I sees ‘em.
I love Carrie Underwood’s persona. She just seems so loveable, like the girl in class that you want to hate but can’t. But I hate her style of music. I’m more left-dial. In fact, I need to go see if Cal has a student station, that being your new neck of the woods.
Mindy Smith, never heard of her.
I’d kill for a baked potato right about now.
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