Poop:

At some point in my life, the ultimate threat became that of pooping on somebody's bed. I don't know exactly where it came from, but for some reason, when I get mad enough at somebody it just seems like the most reasonable, worst thing that I could possibly consider doing to spite that person.

Today, my roommate warranted such a threat. I'm not necessarily proud that the threat was made, but it was made just the same. I really feel like finding some chocolate Power Bars, molding them into poop-shaped objects and placing them on his bed with a sign. I think he would enjoy it.

Though, I probably would have to disappear for a few days afterward...