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Danger, Will Robinson


I could survive chained to a bunk bed with a velociraptor for 1 minute, 3 seconds.

How long could you?
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Havilah said…
That's funny. I would only survive for 41 seconds. Hope I never get in that situation!
October 8, 2008 at 9:58 PM
Natalie said…
I only survived for 44 seconds... at least it would only be a minute of suffering! Where do you come up with this stuff!! :)
October 9, 2008 at 8:38 AM
sherbugs said…
Now I feel like the biggest wimp ever...I'd only make it for 38 seconds! Just tell my family I love them :(
October 10, 2008 at 10:21 AM
J+S said…
I would only survive for 35 seconds. And you know what? If I'm gonna die, I'd rather die fast. :)
October 10, 2008 at 8:02 PM
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