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When the moon is full, I like to put on my Lil' Bo Peep outfit and skip through town. I like to drown bugs in a glass of the finest wine and then snort them up my nose. Every child I come across, I make them guzzle a gallon of fermented jellyfish juice, and then I won't let them go until they have successfully enacted the "Friends" TV show intro. It's hard finding colorful umbrellas and a fountain that late at night. When I return them to their homes, I'll eat all of their cookies while watching infomercials and playing Twister with their parents. I like to end my guilty pleasure night with purchasing a jar of pickled okra and giving the cashier exactly 1 cent more than what is required in Canadian monies after the exchange rate and refusing to leave until I get my change back, in Mexican pesos.