Gotta say that Dave Navarro is pretty damn hot, so good luck there. And make sure if you’re successful, that you get me a first copy of the eventual tell-all book you’ll write. Mmmm… pictures. 
Yours truly,
the future Cooper Mistress 
As of five minutes ago, I no longer have a thing for Dave. sigh I saw a naked pic, and all those lusty thoughts just flew right outta my head. Sometimes the fantasy really IS better.
Alright, then, sorry. No more hijacking from me!
Oh, one more thing I’d like to do, if it were legal locally: Keep a pet skunk.
ETA: Descented, of course.
I’d like to experience synesthesia, such as hearing colours and seeing sounds. I know there are some ‘recreational pharmaceuticals’ than can give rise to this experience, but I don’t know anything about them other than they are all illegal. If they were legal and if I could get good advice about how to try them as safely as possible, I’d like to try them at least once, just for the experience. But I’m strongly against illegal drugs, so I never have anything to do with them.
There are certain companies that are shamelessly extortionate or unfair in their business practices. Seeking redress via the usual and legal channels typically gets you nowhere, apart from maybe an insincere form letter offering the ‘we apologise for any inconvenience caused’ rubbish. There are other ways to exact some form of revenge, but unfortunately most of them would be deemed illegal. There are so many cases where the law protects the bandits instead of hammering them. A good example would be hotels that take bookings for periods when they know they will be undergoing major rebuilding and refubishment, so that (a) the place looks like a building site and (b) you won’t be able to get any sleep after 8am when the drills and hammers start. You only find out about this when you arrive, and see the ‘we apologise…’ notice. Any reduction in the rates to back up this ‘apology’? Not a chance. It would serve them right to trash the room on the last day, tip milk all over the carpets, leave fish hidden inside the mattress and curtains, break everything breakable and pour a box of nails down the toilet, and leave a note on the bed saying ‘I apologise for any inconvenience this may cause’. However, such actions would be illegal, so I never do anything like this and never would.
You might be able to, it’s legal in the state though perhaps not in your municipality. I desperately want a skunk, but we have many furry little feet in the house already–we’re bursting at the seams as it is and I just about need to quit my job just to have time to feed them all. 
Skunks are neat critters.
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Travel to Cuba and North Korea. The only reason I haven’t is it’s not financially feasible, not fear of getting caught.
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Go back to my hometown and absolutely trash the high school I attended. I haven’t done it out of fear of repercussions*. But if I didn’t have that fear, I’d break in at night and, while I’d try not to damage stuff personally owned by students and teachers, I’d wreck the place. Splash paint all over the halls. Set off fire extinguishers. Overturn every desk and chair in the building. Slash the curtains in both auditoriums. Smash up a/v equipment. Break windows, fill locks with superglue, fling things about in the cafeteria kitchen, destroy xerox machines, ding up the fans, have fun with whatever I could find in the chemistry closet, strew sports equipment everywhere but the gym. Why? Because I’m a petty, immature bitch who harbors an unhealthy level of resentment with that place.
*Okay, and because it would hurt students and teachers, the overwhelming majority of whom I have absolutely no problem with. Even if the opportunity to do this consequence-free arose, I probably still wouldn’t. But I fantasize about it.
Awww, you’re no fun.
My list?
Theft. Not everyday stuff, just things I could never afford in a million years. For example, there’s this little high end boutique downtown, right at my bus stop, and there is this darling little Betsy Johnson in the window that I covet. I’d go in, try it on, and if it fit and looked good, walk out with it. I know it’s not THAT expensive, but with my budget…
Vandalism. I’d trash this house in my neighborhood of this woman who leaves her bigass SUV (complete with “Michael Savage for President” bumpersticker) and her motorcycle practically in the middle of the road. (I seriously hope some drunk smashes into them someday)
Oh, and just for old time’s sake-prank calls. This time, I wouldn’t get in trouble like I did when I was a kid.