A. Sit at computer. Type words into computer. Eat.
A. Void Where Prohibited
A. Answering this poll.
A. Having my intestines being slowly, demonically cranked out of my body via a medieval windlass. I guess it would be even worse if the intestines are being eaten by rats, as I watched.
A. Probably some duckpin bowling alley in Akron, Ohio
A. Marinus Van Der Lubbe
A. I guess whoever wrote this ingeniously creative poll.
A. "the Great Satan, America."
A. Killing that guy in Memphis.
A. Consistently hitting line drives into the gap against Mariano Rivera.
A. Not dying, to date.
A. No sense of humor.
A. My respect for women with excellent behinds.
A. A duckpin bowling alley in Akron.
A. Captain Underpants. He's fictional, right?
A. If I'd be the only person from the future he'd ever meet, it would be Hitler, and I'd tell him the current Chancellor of German is named Moishe Mandelbaum.
A. My biggest pet was a Great Pyrenees dog. Her biggest peeve was mailmen.
A. Does this suggest my favorite occupation is writing?
A. Ladies' room attendant.
A. Intelligence, sense of humor, minty-fresh breath.
A. That Firestone jingle, where the rubber meets the road. There really is no No. 2-5.