Go dumpster diving, or find some discarded hubcaps or thoroughly graffiti-ed over signs, and decorate the house with them.
Or how about this for that drunken “what do I do now?” moment where everything is fun and exciting:
Ingredients:
Empty drink bottle, plastic.
Alcohol, rubbing or drinking. (Whiskey is, of course, an option.)
Portable fire device, preferably one that keeps your hand a decent distance from the flame, like one of those grill lighters. (Cigars are, of course, an option. Whether or not your cigar will be ruined, I don’t know.)
Lots of room. High ceilings or backyards are best.
Directions:
Fill empty drink bottle with alcohol. Give it a nice shake if you like.
Empty out (one way or another!) all the alcohol. Get EVERY SINGLE DROP (literally) out of that bottle.
Activate fire device of choice.
Touch activated fire device to empty drink bottle.
Mine either, although she’s kind enough that she lets me stop at one about a third of the time when we’re coming home from her parents’ house in Jersey.
Are you kidding? She’ll come back, take a look at all the good you’ve wrought, and think to herself, “I have to go away more often, if this happens every time!”
Then you’re screwed – you’ll be commited to an encore!
I’m totally up for a WaffleHouse/Freakshow run, but the nearest one is about 1000 miles away. Anyway, only the ones in the “deep South” are worth the trouble. Always a good show.
Actually, it looks like Mother Nature has a few ideas of her own. I may end up spending the next couple days repairing wind damage from this “little breeze” that popped up today. Went out to feed the wife’s critters and nearly got blown over.
I was jus kiddin bout gettin arrested. But its still early in the week…
Whatever you do it must involve A.) Hard liquor, B.) Fire, C.) Cigars, D.) Waking up someplace that isn’t a bed (a couch or chair will work, but something that isn’t furniture is encouraged), E.) LOUD music, F.) your choice of pr0n or prawn (but not both). You will be graded on creativity, how much time was spent unconcious, and how much damage was done to the house.
Well, they’ve been gone just over 30 hours, and I’ve covered all but C.) Cigars.
Can’t stand em.
Oh, and I fucked up on F. I did both. But not at the same time.
Hey, Guin, party is started, where are you?
(for the curious: A. Tequila, Rum and some brown stuff I found
B. Raging fire in the shop stove. Stovepipe was glowing red. I love that!
C. No C.
D. Couch, so far.
E. Tool, Helmet, Beethoven, Blue Oyster Cult, Blues Channel on dish
F. Self-explainatory :eek:
Dedicate a doorway to beer can collection. If you can fill the entire doorway with stacked aluminum cans before they come home, you win. Even better: place it just behind the doorway so that you can close the door; that way when someone opens the door they’ll be confronted with a wall of beer.
Anyway, only the ones in the “deep South” are worth the trouble. Always a good show.
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