Stupid Fun

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I bought a box of matches and then out of simple pleasure I just lit them all. Just something about the strike of the match, watching the flame, tossing them on the parking lot, and the smell of the smoke. It gave me the joy of the child. What do you do for stupid fun?
 
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I see how long I can telemarketers and shitty clients I rejected on the phone for. I pretend to have tinnitus, make them yell into the phone, I mistake them for an old long lost friend carry on conversations see if the play along. I pretend I recognize their name business and act like we negotiated about offers no where near what they can make a profit on and I'm ready to commit.

The real goal in telemarketers is finding out the specific native language and religion, then its fucking go time. How many times I can insult them by quietly or mispronouncing "sister fucker" in Hindi before they hang up? If there muzzies I make up lies stories and work them into the conversation, shooting "Haji" in the face in Iraq, tossing Mk67 fragmentation devices into open windows.
 
Sometimes I tell someone that I'm going to prank phone call their business, and then I never do, just to keep them guessing.

Although it's not active fun, it does make me feel happy whenever I think about it.
 
i caught myself putting glue on my palm just i can do this
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I have trouble with stupid fun because whenever I get into something, I get really autistic about it and it becomes very overthought fun.
 
I have a pair of dice I occupy my hands with frequently, cupping my hands together and rolling them like I'm playing craps. I'm obligated to call it stupid because of how often my idiot butter fingers drop them or let them roll off and under my desk
 
Any time I grab a 16 oz water bottle I must flip it 360 degrees in the air and catch it as a flourish. I very rarely neglect this important ritual. I don't throw it high in the air, just enough to flip it all the way over and catch it again. If I'm holding it for a while I do this several times. I do it with tv remotes, my phone, anything vaguely in that shape with the weight distributed well.
 
I have a modest amount of marbles from over 30 years ago now and I still play with them sometimes. I arrange them in patterns or in rows on the floor, then flick one to scatter them.
 
I take a cue from old Harvey Dent and will keep flipping a coin, not looking at it and seeing how many times I can catch it before missing.
 
Party snaps were stupidly fun. I haven't used them in forever but for the next July 4 I will probably buy a couple pounds of it and mess around with them for a week.
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I see how long I can telemarketers and shitty clients I rejected on the phone for.
The lady that had my number has debt on collection. For the last decade i've randomly been getting calls from collection agencies. It's a lot of fun to act unhinged and say obscene shit to some cuck waggie over the phone. They claim that they're going to report me to the police but nothing ever happens.
 
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