Tripping Down Memory Lane

Way back in the AGO, we used to run a quiz/game/seance/nekkid Crisco Twister/rat-killing about once a week around this joint. I don't remember why we did that, we just did, okay? And I don't remember why we stopped either. We just did, okay?

Well, here's another one. YOU! Do this now! Click the image, it takes you to find out how tough you are in comparison to me. Good luck, witcha bad self.

I could survive forIndefinitelychained to a bunk bed with a velociraptor

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(Hat-Tip: That Damn Joe and His Liberal Ass. He got like a minute and 51 seconds. What a big Yankee sissy that likes Illinois.)