I say yes. What say you?

I routinely pick the one selling the stupidest, most useless or bogus product (like an "Oxygen Bar") and Ram the fucking thing going full speed in my chair and then act like I have cerebral palsy when they give me that "Wtf?" look....I try to have a bag of Malted Milk Balls or Carmel corn to make a sticky mess too.

Hey, Burg.

Apparently, they're the ticket du jour for young Israelis wanting to move to the US. If it's a hot young Israeli girl manning the Kiosk, I'm a fan.
I'd welcome the unrestricted use of cattle prods in the mall too, while we're at it.

^ Me too ! I like talking to furren chicks.