Being the good American I was, I had a bunch of money to spend and very little time to do it. I was in a convenience store, so I looked to my right and they had marshmellows. Thousands.
The cashier thought I was crazy, but it didn't matter. Yesterday, I went around pegging every single person I saw with marshmallows. The nearby park, the church, the streets of Newark (it isn't as bad as they say. Not the Ironbound section) - nobody saw it coming.
Then again, you wouldn't expect a sticky lathered up man with goops of marshmallows melted across his body by the heat of the summer to peg you with marshmallows.
The cops tried to catch me, but even as they tried to tackle me their hands just slipped across my chalky body. Catch the marshmallow man, they cried. Catch the marshmallow man.
I still have some more mashmallows left over. What should I do with them?