Mia Hamm Doesn’t Live here! (The link is now dead, but it boils down to tourbuses stopping at my friends house because they think she’s Mia Hamm).

I’ve been thinking of all of the fun you could have with this. Personally, if I was awash in cash, I would hire celebrity impersonators. Maybe Michael Jordan, Cal Ripkin, and Mia Hamm. I’d ask them to have a children’s tea party in the front yard, complete with stuffed animals and teeny tiny tea cups.

Or, buy an old bus at auction. Each week change the paint, painting it to look like a different rockstars’ tourbus. This week, Mia invites the gang from Judas Priest over for a slumber party. When the bus pulls up out front, your Judas Priest impersonators can run into the yard with curlers in their hair, have a pillow fight and then run around back.

How about thousands of deflated soccer balls all over the yard?

Really, being a tourist on a tourbus is pretty damn dull. Why not give them a little bang for their buck?