I will nuke a small town in Mississippi.
http://www.salon.com/life/broadsheet/2010/04/06/constance_mcmillen_fake_prom/index.html Then I will sow the smoldering radioactive debris with salt, and then urinate on it.
And then dance on what's left. In a ball gown.
ETA: Maybe I'll rent a tux instead. I really wanted to rent one for the Writers of the Future award ceremony. Mom talked me out of it. Sorry Mom but I still think I was right on that one.