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Have you ever heard of the game Fuck, Marry, Kill? No, it has nothing to do with OJ Simpson or Scott Peterson. It’s a wonderful parlor game, fun for the whole family. You pick three guys (or girls) and decide which you would fuck, which you would marry, and which you would kill. My friend Jacqueline loves to bust out with this game when you least expect it. She recently proposed the following: Fuck Marry Kill: Jack McCallister, Christian Troy, or Michael Scofield. (For those not as obsessed with television as I am, that would be Jack& Bobby, Nip/Tuck, and Prison Break respectively.) This one was pretty easy:
 Fuck: Christian Troy. We know the guy is awesome is bed, so this is a no-brainer. If I’m just looking for sex, Dr. Troy is clearly the answer. He’ll do it anytime, anywhere, any way. Works for me. An added bonus - perhaps some free plastic surgery. Plus, we know that he is in love with someone else, and we know that he has commitment issues, so there will be no worrying that he will fall in love with me. I won’t have to live in fear that he will call the next day or want to take me to dinner. He’s just a nice one-night (or several nights) stand.
Marry: Michael Scofield. He’s wildly sexy. Why marry and not just fuck? Because he’s smart and interesting; he’s someone I can imagine hanging out with for the rest of my life and not getting bored. Plus, we know damn well that he is committed to those he loves. Furthermore, he’s in prison, so he wouldn’t be underfoot all the time. The tattoos might be a problem; I don’t know if I’d want to be staring at those on a daily basis. And if he succeeds at breaking out, and the show’s title suggests he might, the fugitive thing might get a little old. But all that aside, he’d make a fine husband.
 Kill: Jack of course. Because heck, he’s dead anyway.
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