I would go to a deaf persons house while they were out with a backpack full of those clappers and hook them up to every light and appliance in the
house. Then I would go there every night and derive a sick type of pleasure from seeing them go mad trying to figure out why their television and
lights keep going on and off sporadically while I'm standing outside the windows clapping.
Then I would go to the nearest grocery store and squeeze all the Orajel into the toothpaste tubes, and laugh all the way home thinking about all the
people who will brush their teeth and panic when their mouth turns numb. If I was feeling extra saucy I would also pour Nair into the shampoo &
After that I would go home and spend a few hours rolling cigarettes with a carefully placed popcorn kernel in the middle of each one and hand them out
to the homeless, then proceed to film their reactions from a distance as the cigarettes explode two minutes after being lit.
I would then go to a bulimia support group and pour syrup of ipecac into every beverage at the refreshments table just to see how disappointed the
counselor would be upon realizing that his months of effort were in vain.
edit on 6-5-2012 by Xaphan because: (no reason given)