Daily flash mobs would be mandatory. Preferably in front of my house. Why? Because who can be gloomy when THIS is happening?
Instead of being powered by gasoline or electricity or flux capacitors, cars will be run entirely on music by Prince.
When the recyclables gather in a large enough pile, they will simply band together like a Transformer and walk their way to the recycling plant.
Childbearing will make the female body MORE youthful and beautiful, rather than causing breasts to look like two oranges in tube socks.
Coffee will be the national beverage and mandatory for anyone over the age of seven.
Life on the Internet will no longer be measured in numbers (see also: Klout) but upon hilarity of cat videos.
Split pea soup will be banned because, well, obviously no one should eat something that appears to have been shot out of my baby’s pooper.
Babies will be born sleeping through the night, doing complex geometric equations, and ready to go to work to buy their parents diamonds.
Pants will remain entirely optional, even in polite company.
There will be no “polite company.”
People who use the words “organic,” “sustainable,” and/or “nosh” in the same paragraph will be banned to the ALOT Island along with anyone who substitutes ellipses for periods.
Moon Pies will ACTUALLY be made of bits of the moon.
Detergents that don’t include OxyClean will be banned. The legacy of Billy Motherfucking Mays must live!
Steve Irwin coined the “stupid people antagonizing wild animals” television shows. Which got him dead. Which means that no one should repeat the formula.
For the love of all that is holy, no more reality singing competitions. American Idol was the clear winner and it’s gone the way of the condor. Or whatever we’re calling Paula Abdul these days.
Dish, Pranksters. What else should we add? Because when I rule the Universe, you’re all co-rulers.