Handicap bathroom stalls. So luxurious, and there's that little thrill of danger knowing that someone who actually needs its accessible features could roll in and catch you in your crapulence.

EDIT: could, not will

I never use the handicap stalls. I like to think of it as my only socially conscious contribution to society.

Masturbating in public bathrooms. Any bathroom, anywhere. Planes, trains, work, school, etc. And I usually don't like to be alone.

this reminds me of the handicapped showers in my dorm in college. this one was always the golden prize to whomever could score it. it had this little drop down seat thing. it was awesome.

Someone see Curb Your Enthusiasm a few weeks back??

nope!

Reading entire books in the cafe section of Barnes & Noble, without buying them.

That was the plot of the episode....

Larry then pretended to use a 'stuttering' problem as an excuse to sneak in the use of the handicap stall.

reading magazines on the crapper in Barnes & Noble.

This magazine has been red-flagged.

I second this. I fully expect to be able to luxuriate (I hope I use that verb correctly) in the handicapped-accessible stall whenever I use a public toilet. And when I can't, I make my drop as quickly as possible and flee, screaming. My toilet ire knows no bound.

Kate's erect nipples in Batman Begins.

Alone in an elevator - and yes, digging in the nose. Then wiping a cheeto-sized half-solid one on the inside of the door.

Dancing while no one is around. Y'know, just breaking into a little jig or something.

Moving road cones from roadworks the street car park im about to leave, so that when I come back it's still there.

i'm thinking about sneaking onto my friend's lawn on like October 29th in the middle of the night and just unleashing the scariest barrage of halloween decoration, the likes of which ye have never seen. pentagram burning in the yard? check. buckets of blood? double check. Scary-ass demon face spraypainted on his front door? back to one check. I've been cackling over this for minutes now.