Fight gladiatorial-style to the death with (insert friend)
be surgically connected at the hip with (insert enemy)
fight a friend.
Melon-ball your left eye out
Cheese-grate the skin off your left forearm?
ick. ick. ick.
Have a personal caddy that will carry anything you have anywhere you go
a minstrel who will record the events of your life in song?
Wear an obscenely revealing thong to the beach
be the subject of a loud ‘happy birthday’ song at a very busy restaurant?
Gyrate crazily in front of your best friend’s parents for a full two minutes
punch your grandmother lightly in the adam’s apple?
Tongue-clean a urinal puck
drink the entire contents of a boxer’s post fight spit bucket.
This is another one of those ones I can’t even think about or I’ll get sick