I would let a clown tie me to a table, tap each of my balls with that small hammer they use to test reflexes for 2 days until they are a bloody pulp all the while having my nipples drenched in honey while swarms of angry bees are released just to flip a coin for a 50% chance of getting her 2nd cousin's ex-boyfriend's mom's insurance agent's racquetball partner to accept my facebook friend request.