Before performing any experimental jazz, musicians should first be forced to complete a jazz hypothesis, and then later provide the audience with a conclusion based on an extensive analysis of their data.

There should be Punk’d spinoff called Steampunk’d where Aston Kutcher rides around on a penny-farthing trying to convince steampunk fans they’re so historically accurate they’re dying of cholera.

Before the invention of the ROFLcopter, people were forced to ROFLhorse drawn carriage, which was considerably less efficient, and caused a myriad of public health issues. 

There should be a version of the Air Bud movie for dogs about a lovable basketball player who has an unexpected talent for dog fighting.

The last fragment of light from the last moment of the last day of disco falls into your eye causing you to crash the car you are driving into a mirror factory.

The Smile of the Abyss

So I’m riding around on the back of this rockin’ space unicorn, puncturing stars with the unicorn’s rockin’ space horn, collecting all the space crystals that come falling out like beautiful diamonds and generally having a pretty sweet time in zero gravity when then this evil wizard materializes in front of us. A massive bit of space tumbleweed goes floating past. To be honest, it’s a pretty ominous moment. The space wizard is like ‘give me all your space crystals,’ and I’m all like ‘get your own space crystals man,’ because my personal philosophy is that people should earn the space crystals they get, not go around stealing them illegally. For a moment I think we’re in trouble. The evil wizard’s face goes all red, like he’s really angry or something. But then I realize he’s not angry, he’s just in space without a helmet, slowly suffocating to death.

Two children discover a dusty old Monopoly set in the attic, and begin to play. When one of them rolls a five, it releases Robin Williams who has been trapped inside the game for 26 years, living as a feral Real Estate mogul.

A kiss that leaves you so speechless you have to hire a skywriter to stay home.

A field full of fax machines with their plugs buried deep beneath the soil, slowly printing pictures of the trees the paper was made from.

Accidentally wishing on a satellite and getting basketball instead of happiness