It's impossible to not dislike me

Sometimes, I have entirely irrational urges. For instance...last night, the cute waiter at Fred 62 was pouring my leftover noodles and soup into a take out container. While he was doing this, I had the sudden urge to karate chop the bowl out of his hand while yelling "NOODLES!" I obviously didn't but the thought certainly crossed my mind. How would he react? What would the noodles look like as the sprayed across the table, likely decorating my friends with their vermicilli goodness? Could I have then been justified on going on a take-out destroying spree, knocking over other patron's dishes all while identifying their food at top volume? CHEESE BURGER! WAFFLE SUNDAE! SCRAMBLED EGGS! Would they kick me out? Would anyone be able to stop me? These thoughts flashed across my mind while Joey unsuspectingly helped me with my noo-deli noodles. Luckily, they were only a flash and instead of going on a food rampage, I got a hug and a new myspace buddy. How late 2006.