That was great…LOL! 
I do that a lot. Occasionally I’ll make up scenarios in which I DO give the angry response, mostly because I never think of the right thing to say in the moment IRL, so I get to fantasize that I do.
Seriously, wtf is up with that???
I’ll have conversations with the npc’s i’m about to stealth kill. Kinda morbid I guess…
Whatever the voices tell me to do.
Play the saxophone nude.
Drink milk right out of the carton.
Push my potbelly out to the size and shape of a beachball, then beat rhythmically on it.
Sing a somewhat Napoleon XIVish ditty of my own composing, entitled I’m Going to Cut Off My Dick.
(Please note: I’m Going to Cut Off My Dick is a work of fiction. I do not actually harbor the compulsion to cut off my dick.)
Argue with/swear at the TV news.
I rant out loud about things that aggravate me and get under my skin a little. The anger sounds a lot worse than it truly is. I guess it’s just a way of unleashing the emotions I’ve held back for a while.
Also, sing/hum some. It bothers me to hear other people do it when I’m around them.
Pop in the ol’ “Emma” DVD, and skip ahead to watch Mr. Knightly save Miss Smith at the dance. It’s just so…lovely.
Oh, and masturbate loudly.
ETA: But not in the same window of time.
Laugh at stuff on TV then tell the cats what the joke was.
Talk to the cat in a baby voice. “Whooz a priddy kiddy? You! You are! What a priddy priddy kiddy you are!” 
Give my mom/friend/mother what-for, in a loud voice, spitting it right out, no holds barred, telling them what idiots they are, how can they live with themselves, and how they are ruining, yes, ruining my life. 
Blow my nose into a scrap of newspaper instead of getting up to go get a tissue.:o
Stare into the hallway mirror and with a big safety pin try to pry out food particles that are stubbornly wedged in between those two molars ( flossing is futile :mad:).
Singing. I have the worst voice in the history of mankind and am forbidden from singing unless I’m all alone in the house. :eek:
Watching ‘House’ re-runs in the daytime starting in the morning until I hear someone’s car pull into the driveway, and then I turn it off because I don’t want to look obsessed or anything.
I leave all the doors inside the house open. Shower with the bathroom door open, sleep with the bedroom door open, masturbate with whatever door open (but only at a moderate volume). If it’s not cold I’ll just be naked doing whatever I’d be doing anyway. I put music on loud enough (and sometimes synched up an multiple players) that I can hear it anywhere in the house. Sing and dance around like an idiot.
Not alone, but only one awake-strip naked
Chew with my mouth open, slurp my tea, until I get annoyed at myself. Swear at the TV and explain to the cats why the plot is stupid. Watch porn. Fart.
I turn into Bon Qui Qui and tell the onions in my fridge how “I’ll cut you.”… right after I’m done with the garlic first.
I sing in the shower and in the car. And I sing well, in my opinion. I’d rather not share any samples.
ITIBASOSLTH (I think I busted a spleen or something laughing too hard.)
Damn, I REALLY needed that!
I talk to the people on sports talk radio like they can hear me.
Sing opera. I think I sound fantastic. But probably I don’t.
Sing loudly
oohh wait I do that after a sufficient amount of beer
Rap same as above(Bustah Rhymes got nothin on me)
Masturbate at whatever volume, telling the dogs not to judge me
Take a nice crap with the door open also while telling the dogs not to judge me
Scratch my my balls(yeah the whole dog thing)
I seem to sense a pattern here