If you were killed

I'd sit in his house and continually change the channel on his TV to the Oxygen network.

 

I'd kill him back!



Uhhh, can ghosts do that?

 

id give them a mega super outta dis would wegie....and not forget the swirley.

 

Put 100 hits of acid in his coffee.

 

I would poop in his toilet and not flush.

hmm, I think it would be better if I pooped in hidden places (between couch pillows, behind the big furniture, inside his big ol' Ampeg cab).

There's a story from when I worked at Verizon about an angry employee that went into his boss' office at night and crapped on his desk. They caught him because he was the only one who went into that section of the building that night. Office Legend? we'll never know.

 

Or pee in the water tank over the toilet... so when he flush he only gets pee in his toilet!

AH!

 

I would goose girls around him so that he gets busted and I have fun.

 

go to my high school.

 

I would talk to him incessantly, day and night, and follow him around and bother him when he tries to kill someone else. I would talk, and talk, and talk. I would talk to him about shoes. I would talk to him about makeup. I would talk to him about my period. I would talk to him about playing bass. I would tell him stories about every boyfriend I have ever had. I would drive him mad with all the feminine chit-chat, and he would turn himself in and confess, just to get some peace.

Feminine wiles of the afterlife!

Cherie

 

Ooooooooh, that's evil!!! I got chills up and down my spine just thinking about it.

 

I'd chase him around town until he got hit by a car and died, just like Sam did to Willie the mugger in "Ghost". All while singing "Unchained Melody."

 

BWA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAAAA!!!



That's right guys...treat your women right, or they'll come back as ghosts who'll talk you to insanity, and you can't make 'em quit! LOL!

Cherie

 

I would posses his body and make him slave to his sex drive. We'd be legendary, outdoing Gene Simmons and or Ron Jeremy combined.
ooh. that's a little weird isnt it?
Oh well

 

I'm too apathetic to be evil. Sigh.

 

Yeah, like y'all need to be dead to do that.

 

Well, yeah.

But when we're ghosts, you can't make us shut up. And we can pass through walls, so you can't lock yourself in the den or the bathroom to avoid us. And we can follow you to work, and to the bar, and to the ball game, and on dates...

BWA-HA-HA-HAAAAAA!!!

My laugh is an eeeeeevil laugh!

Cherie

 

All I'd need to do is scatter Pamprin around the house and the evil she-spirit would be exorcised.

 

What would I do?

BASS SOLO!!!!!

 

I would fart directly into their face whenever they are eating. Then I'd blame it on the ghost dog.