I've got the curse of a wandering mind and sometimes the products of this wandering mind scare even me. The two most recent products and musings of said imagination:
A men's intimate apparel retail chain -- J. Edgar's Secret
A true crime/travelogue by OJ Simpson detailing his 12 year (and counting) search for the "real killer" throughout Florida's many golf courses (the chapter on how to rent a White Bronco from Hertz is a real page turner)
You've been invited as the "guest of honor" to a "dinner" party hosted by the Donners, do you attend or risk insulting the hosts by skipping it?
Did Pavlov have a doorbell? If so was it a good idea to use it, or would he have advised knocking instead? (and I bet he really hated drunken teenagers playing "DingDong Ditch"!)
If the unabomber submitted his manifesto for publication via mail, who was the unlucky intern who ended up opening that parcel?