The last thing I would have bought has to be my sweater. A hooligan friend of mine took it but I ended up paying like 30 bucks for it back. It has sentimental value to me, just because I've had it for so long.
The white plastic ones I have outside near my door. The reason I wanted plastic is because, in this day and age, some joker would come prancing about and absolutely decimate them were they real.
Wouldn't bother me consciously in the slightest, harmless prank. I sometimes do it to myself too, hiding things. One day I'll just drop a fork somewhere, forget about it, and find it like a month later behind the couch. "Oh, that's where that was."
I press it about as many times as I can
. Elevator buttons are amusing, but I feel sick going up and down after about 10 minutes.
The gods have spoken have spoken to me in a vision; It will rain on a parade, with a circus, with a magic talking dog, with a witch, and a Elvis impersonator. Also, on Max Payne and Conan the Barbarian for dramatic effect.