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Would You Rather: Questions 191-200

191. Would you rather clean the same mess in the kitchen every day or not be allowed to clean up the mess at all? 

Clean the same mess in the kitchen. At least I'll know the workload, and of course, know I can contribute in getting it done. Call me crazy, but I actually enjoy (!) cleaning the kitchen sometimes. Give me some good tunes, and it's a great way to clear the mind. 

192. Would you rather get rich in a way that disappoints your family or just make enough money to live? 

Ummmm, what level of "disappointment" we talkin' bout here? 

193. Would you rather have no internet or no cell phone? 

No cell phone. I sometimes wish that were the case in reality. 

194. Would you rather go back in time to meet your ancestors or go into the future to meet your great-grandchildren? 

Give me the future Robos. My family history is too conflicted with all sorts of colonialism and imperialism and out-of-touches to make anything worthwhile other than a discovery act. I'd like to know what the future generations did with the platform given to them. 

195. Would you rather get a tattoo or a lip piercing? 

Tattoo. Me? With a lip piercing? Come on...

196. Would you rather receive cleaning supplies or a weighing scale as a present? 

Such a weird question! So weird. 

Give me the cleaning supplies. They have more value for real-world applications. 

Again, not sure why this was a "would you" question. 

197. Would you rather have front-row tickets to a musician you've never heard of or listen to your favorite band perform from the parking lot? 

Things can be really bad for an act you don't necessarily enjoy. I get uncomfortable in spaces with music I'm just not vibing with. I'll happily chill from the parking lot listening to one of my favorite bands. I can likely make that a whole memory - add some, food, good company, and weather...yup, give me the latter. 

198. Would you rather live in a mountain cabin with no human contact or a big city studio apartment? 

The older I get, the more that mountain cabin with no human contact hits the soul. But I'm not quite there yet. 

Give me the big city studio apartment. 

199. Would you rather walk to work in snow and below-freezing temperatures, or during a heat wave? 

Ugh. Walking in the snow in below-freezing temperatures sounds like my nightmare. It's the feeling I get when I look outside in the winter and realize that I have to go shovel or remove snow.

I'll sweat a lot, but I'll take the heat. 

200. Would you rather have to cook the big holiday meal every year or clean up and do the dishes afterward? 

I sort of do both now. So, uh, yeah. Whatevs...

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