i would pull into the driveway of the sleeping students across the street as i leave for work.
i would turn the radio in my truck to full volume and open all of the doors so they could get full benefit of the sound of raging, mental, heavy metal music.
for emphasis i'd blow the car horn a few times before setting off the alarm with the panic button.
i would yell, shout, sing, scream, dance, swear, fight, crash bang and wallop and loudly guffaw as i fell about over the empty beer bottles, dead pizza boxes and plastic lawn chairs that are festooning the front of the property.
i would scream and giggle like an hysterical girl who has had too much beer and thinks that everyone wants to hear me yell, 'yayyyyymudderpudderinterrelpaarrrrrdddaaayyouasshooooooollle' whatever THAT means.
then i'll yell, 'pizza's here'. 'PIZZA! PIZZA! PIZZ-ZA' fourteen times.
after that i'll get a frisbee out and toss that around among the guys and the gals while party girl screams her rebel yell and i'll top it off with a game of basketball. cos there's nothing like a banging ball on the asphalt when you're trying to sleep.
but that would just be mean wouldn't it?
after all, they have to get their sleep before they get up and go to class at 2.00 this afternoon. and it's been a heavy weekend.
shhh, let them sleep.
i'll just go and buy a gun!