Writer's Block: Goblin for a day.
Oh my. I've always thought it would be such fun to place wet turds on top of the blades of a ceiling fan. Think of the excitement that would cause when the fan was turned on and the laws of physics made their presence felt.
Then of course there would be the dead squirrels wedged into the ventilation grates of choice establishments, way up under the slats where the wouldn't be found. At least, not before they rotted.
Ipecac in the gin. Double whammy.
Replacing the epinephrine in as many EpiPens as I could with heroin, and in the same houses leaving large hives of aggressive bees precariously propped above slightly opened doors.
Speaking of bees, the idea of hives has promise. I think attaching hives to the bottoms of those really wide trampolines would do the trick. Or making my way to the second story in a dance club with a balcony, making certain the the doors are jammed securely, and then just tossing big, riled hives down into the thrall to be trampled and kicked, and watching from the security of a healthy distance while nature takes its course.
Then of course there would be the dead squirrels wedged into the ventilation grates of choice establishments, way up under the slats where the wouldn't be found. At least, not before they rotted.
Ipecac in the gin. Double whammy.
Replacing the epinephrine in as many EpiPens as I could with heroin, and in the same houses leaving large hives of aggressive bees precariously propped above slightly opened doors.
Speaking of bees, the idea of hives has promise. I think attaching hives to the bottoms of those really wide trampolines would do the trick. Or making my way to the second story in a dance club with a balcony, making certain the the doors are jammed securely, and then just tossing big, riled hives down into the thrall to be trampled and kicked, and watching from the security of a healthy distance while nature takes its course.