As over-the-top and highly illegal amusing situation, as constructed by a Little Red Car-ful of people last night and built on by yours truly:

Turning right where it's not allowed and crossing a double line to go the wrong way down a one way street while speeding in a car holding nineteen people, none of whom are wearing seatbelts, two of whom are minors having sex in the back seat. There's a poodle glued to the ceiling and a policeman's wife strapped naked to the roof of the car. The driver is talking on a mobile phone and conspiring to assassinate the president. In the middle of this, the car runs over an illegal immigrant who is jaywalking, carrying two kilos of cocaine, and has just robbed a bank.

Not only did our carful find this an interesting concept, but the mental image of a cloud of cocaine gently settling around the car until the evidence was thoughtfully destroyed by the Canberran junkies kept us in stitches.