Own a nuclear weapon.
Of course, I’d never use it…
Or would I?
Do you feel lucky, punk?
I would do this too except for the hitting people in the face part AND I would make it a world tour and take pictures.
“Look ma, here’s me in front of the Lincoln Memorial.”
“Look ma, here’s me in front of the Kremlin.”
“Look ma, here’s me in front of the Eiffel Tower.”
Also I would like to trespass and be able to yell at people.
I’d walk in on a city council meeting and tell them they suck and they’re stupid and if they didn’t put me in charge then they are dumber than foot fungus.
I’d go to Britney Spears house and tell her to quit being a stupid slut and put some damn knickers on. And quit being a stupid selfish idiot and take care of your kids.
I’d also go to the White House and say, “What up W., Mrs. W., I’m just gonna chill out in the oval office for a bit. Now fetch me a sammich and some whiskey.”
One of my favorite sayings is that some people are only alive because it’s illegal to kill them.
And I’m aware of a few people that could use a good beatdown just short of killing them. May eventually have to kill them anyway but it’s possible that they could learn.
Not going to rule out LSD, shrooms, and mescaline. But not interested in any other “recreational” drugs.
I’d be running a pot still in my garage like a motherfucker. I bet after a few go rounds I could make my own whiskey with the best of them.
Also I’d drive a monster truck and park on top of other peoples cars, because, hey, why not?
Because it would…crush their cars? Or are they bad people? :dubious:
I’d say the same, except Mrs. Zer would be more likely to bitch me out for not inviting her along as opposed to just for the hooker.
Because I would never have to worry about parking again. There’s always somewhere to park if you drive a monster truck.
I’d throw a lot of abused cell phones into irretrievable places. That and drive 150 in the designated lane.
Last time I looked they don’t allow propane powered vehicles–I have no idea why this is.
The Hank Hill lobby only operates in Texas.
I sell propane and propane vehicles, I tell you what!
I’d smoke pot in the park, and drink a high alc beer at the same time. And then I’d promptly fall asleep from a blood sugar crash, eventually waking up with my cat kissing me. Not because cat-kissing is an illegal thing I’d like to do, but because he wakes me up by rubbing his lips on mine. He’s a total weirdo kitty.
I’d pack a piece. And people would be well-advised to be polite to me, 'cause it wouldn’t be for show.
I just thought “Well I would go about topless” until I remembered Ontario=cold. Nevermind.
Just speeding for me. And I’d dress like Baudelaire and beat people on the streets.
Well, it’s only cold in the winter. Right now it’s an extremely-pleasant 21C outside (in other words, room temperature).
[sub]Not that it is making a difference…[/sub]
Pay a little visit to some McMansion neighborhoods with a straight razor and some lemon juice.
And a gun to kill them with.
This is very boring, but I’d smoke in class. I have a high level of social anxiety, and smoking helps calm me down.
I would walk where ever I wanted to go.
I would smoke weed right in front of the police station.
I’d say marijuana, but I still wouldn’t - my company would still test me for it and consider it a firing offense.
/chosen for “random” drug testing three times last year. Good thing I’m clean.
I’d smoke inside public buildings, or at least within 15 feet of the door.
Boy, do I hate that law.