~ sundog at Wadena ~

At the supper table are Emil, Everett and myself.
The conversation is as follows.

Everett: Would you rather be blind or have no arms?

I have no answer for that. Emil doesn't even try.

Everett: Okay, would you rather have your eyes gouged out or your arms torn off?

At the horror of this I can only laugh and give up on my penne.

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