By smoking a few gitanes, watch hard core porn, drink wine that tastes like vinegar, ignore the human rights act, drive a tank with 5 reverse gears, then have a riot because i didn't like the government that everyone else voted for.
I'm going to have a long, slow sh!t. It will be a big one that will rip my arrse to shreds, block up the toilet and leave a horrible stink.
After the deed is done I won't be able to flush it away and nobody else will be able to use the toilet. If it can ever be put right, it'll cost me a fortune.
I'll be sure to forget to wipe my backside so that the memory of the day leaves its indelible mark on my under-crackers and ruins something else I've got.
The stinking effluent that I leave in my ruined toilet will attract all the flies to my sh!t, which will then fly around the rest of my house spreading disease to the rest of my family until we all wind up with dysentery and have to go to hospital where we will all continue to stink up another location whilst catching MRSA to boot.
Mind you, at least it will be a happier memory than 'Europe Day' should I live to tell the story.
I'd like to block the ENGLISH CHANNEL tunnel, sink the French ferries, torpedo the spanish trawlers and finish off with a glass of ENGLISH Champagne, sorry we have to call it sparkling wine, fecking french b'stards