Whenever I really have that creative vibe, I like to take apart my television, and hide my kids' favorite toys and shit in there. Then I can never figure out how to reconfigure all the tiny electronic components, and then the shit don't work when its all put together again. I sit on the couch, gazing at my busted-ass tv, and wait for my kids to come home from school. Then of course they ask to play xbox. I'm all extra nice: "Of course you can play xbox because I love you so much. I love how you play xbox, your gonna be so successful when you grow up.". Then they can't play xbox cuz the tv is fucked up. Then I'm all like: "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST DO?!". Then they're all like: "Fuck you, dad! I didn't do SHIT!". Then I'm all like: "We'll just see about that!", and I throw the tv against the wall, and it explodes like a fuck'n piñata. Hot Wheels cars, Tech Decks, and Transformers go rolling down the hall. Then I'm all like: "I FUCKING KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! Get your destructive asses up in your rooms. NOW! I swear to christ, if this shit EVER happens again, I'm going to sell you to old people." .