I like to get a fresh dog poo , wrap it up in a ball of snow find the closest old lady and launch it into her face. I then proceed to run off giggling to my self knowing that this action will be forever remembered by her and could potentially be the pivotal moment of her life. I then revist her on the same day the next year.... Has she cowerd into her house too scared to go out? Or had she found the strength and started a neighbourhood campaign utilising an inner strength she never new she had and eventually goes onto become the oldest mayor of her town.
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