You have 8 hours......invisible!

1. go yell at all the punk high schoolers who cross the street against traffic (there's a friggin light kids!).
2. go dancing.
3. yell at dog-walkers who allow their dogs to poop in my garden.

Lots of elevator jokes.

Writing on walls in a party.

And I'm stil wondering whether I'd grapple bums.

In and out of one of the mints with about a billion....
Anal sex with Maria Carey....
In and out of the IRS....find master files....hit delete

1.) I'd walk around the grocery story and whisper lewd things into old ladies' ears. Stuff like, "You're not buying that cucumber for consumption, are you."

2.) Stand in the middle of a crowded sidewalk and let people walk into me.

3.) Sit in the middle of a bowling lane and divert the balls into the gutter.

BPB, maybe you should rethink the mariah carey thing. Wouldn't she notice that you were there, invisible or not?

yeah but by the time she noticed I'd have her pinned.... :wink:

i'd hang out at the playboy mansion. for research purposes of course............

So, basically, BPB, it'd be classified as a rape type thing?

Hmm, I'd definitely fart a lot in elevators with only two people.

I would jump on stage with the Rolling Stones or some band with outrageously large crowds, bop Mick on the head and steal his thunder.

I would climb in an airforce aircraft and break the sound barrier. A jet fueled car would be a blast too.

Politely jump the best looking man I know.

Disturb a political seating of the House of Commons. Say inapropriate things at all the right moments. Like the honourable memeber from Shawinigin can kiss my ass, as often as possible.

Truly haunt a castle/graveyard. Freak out anyone who enters. OOOoooohhhhh!!!

Play a professional sport, run away with the ball or puck.

Mess with mean people. Make 'em regret the day they were born.

I'd be busy but It would be fun,
Ceili

More than 3, but all were good ones!

Sounds like a fun time to be in the UN chambers. I'd switch speech papers around so enemies end up reading dastardly speeches about themselves.

I'd also have lots of fun at the local psychic and palm reader's place, adding appropriately strange and funny special effects to their readings ala the movie "Ghost."

For the third one, I'd quietly observe a loved one when they thought they were alone and just enjoy the pleasure of seeing them truly relaxed and being themself.

gee k, it's just pretend..............

I know, sorry BPB.

oops, sorry I kinda got carried away.

1) London Stock Exchange to transfer absolutely shocking amounts of money and stock to a numbered Swiss account.

2) Inland Revenue to delete all the information about myself and my previous "transaction".

3) National Database to remove all records of my existence.

Then I'd purchase a Concorde and swan around the planet annoying people with the sheer obscene level of my wealth.

BBB
I'd like to be in the presence of Jerry Falwell and Pat Robertson when they think they are safe from public scrutiny to learn what they really do in private and of their vices. For example, Pat Robertson counting his "war" diamonds from his African mines. And Jerry Falwell to discover who he's humping on the side. And I'd like to have a look at the bank accounts of both of to learn how much personal money they've stashed away via their christian crusades.

I'd like to wander through the "unlawful" areas of Pakistan where Osama bin Landen may be hiding, find him and bring back his head in a box and present it to the families of those killed in the attacks on the World Trade Center, Pentagon, and those aboard the plan that crashed in Pennsylvania.

I'd like to have access to Rupert Murdoch's command central and bring Craven with me to enter virus code into his computer system that would destroy all records and financial accounts of his empire. If I had any time left over, I would have Craven zap the existence of the Fox Network.

There, I feel a little better now.

BBB

After careful consideration and by being scolded by little k, I've decided to bag the Maria Carey fantasy and replace with the following......

Sneak into the White House with an invisible camera as well and get pictures of GWB drinking and snorting after hours and then publish them all over the world.

Remember Mr. Ashcroft, this is a pretend situation just in case your evesdropping. Please don't send any guys with black shoes to the house.

Sorry to add an extra, but while I'm invisible and I have an invisible camera, I wouldn't mind a few shots of Schwarzenegger and Mappelthorpe in a lovers embrace :wink: