you can't have my soul, but you can have my clothes.

I followed a link from a friend's journal to another person's survey this morning, and in that survey, I came across this question:

In order to win one million dollars, you are told to walk stark naked down a city sidewalk for one block. No one would harm you and you could hop into a waiting limousine at the other end. Would you do it?

Umm... there are people who wouldn't do this? People on Survivor eat bugs, go without water for days, contract rare parasites, lie about their grandmothers, and crouch in uncomfortable positions for nine hours at a time in order to win a million dollars. People in movies with Robert Redford seriously consider having sex with him--despite the fact that they are married and not generally accustomed to high-class hooking--in exchange for a million dollars.

I guess what I'm saying is that for a million dollars, I'd take off all my clothes, don a pair of cowboy boots, stick a pair of Groucho Marx glasses on my head, write "ALIEN IN THE OVEN" in red lipstick on my belly, and then walk a city block.

Price negotiable.

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