Originally Posted by MattO

Next, I went into their bedroom, with my backpack that I had prepared ahead of time. I sat down on their bed and dove into my "lunch".

That lunch consisted of castor oil and wasabi peas. I eat as much as I could of both, and within minutes I felt my bowels roaring. I hiked down my trousers and proceeded to spray a massive swath of liqui-shit on their bed, dresser, walls and ceiling. I had to run out of the room before it dripped upon my head.

As I was passing through their hall, back to their living room, I happened upon their cat, which I promptly strangled.

Back in their living room, I took out my potato gun and fired a few rounds through their television. When it was sufficently smoking and sparking, I decided to call the local police tip line and report them for selling crack, after witch I flushed their phone down the toilet.

I thought that was just about enough hijinx, so I headed out, but not before placing several large "HITLER WAS RIGHT" signs in their front lawn.

To this day, we get such a chuckle out of that.