Last New Year’s Eve, my best friend and I were tripping really hard. There was a big bowl of roasted peanuts on the kitchen counter. I had one of those cheap Halloween-type fake arms, and I was dipping it slowly into the peanuts, watching them slowly spill over the edges.
My friend watched in amusement, telling me that he was getting “godawful” tracers as the peanuts fell.
Nothing compares to the look of horror on his face as I began to furiously flail the arm at the bowl, laughing maniacally.