I've been shoving shortbread cookies in the door jams then having my manservant pelt them with urinal cakes. Lure them in then hit them with the okeydoke.
I have a story about this that has to do with my old best friend Chris Logan, the Daley Center courts and toilet paper trailing down her leg when she walked back into the courtroom.
I second the motion and two thumbs up LyricalOne. But.... you're part of the whole fiasco!! Between the two of you, I always have a great time reading and following your antics with word play and over-all giddyness.
I used to be scared of flying monkeys and wicked witches riding a bike and power brooms with smoke. I see the world has created yet another non-flying but now fully equipped entity. Does she have her pilots license? By her glasses, I'm assuming, yes ;)