Today's OneWord: Dare
"I dare you to eat that sandwich." Greg groaned. "Are you kidding me? It's weeks old." It looked older than that. More foreign, too. Not even like a sandwich anymore. No one had bothered to remove it from the fridge, so it was looking less like a club and more like an abomination. Not even hair or mold was growing on it. It just looked strange and pathetic and alone. "Don't do it," whispered Betty. "You're going to get sick." "Do it," Paul urged.