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I just deployed this one in the bathroom and I am waiting for my girlfriend to go and use the bathroom to see the results, hehehe.
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You're placing a phone call over the landline at an open area at work where another person or two is nearby and able to see and hear what you are doing. While listening to the sound of the phone ringing, you act as if the phone has already been picked up and answered at the other end. Then, in a rather rude manner you ask whether you could please speak to an intelligent person!
Of course, it's seldom understood as a prank (at least initially), and it's kinda double fun.
@Nirvana that is pretty funny, but like you said if and when it works. One thing we used to do with phones when we were younger is to have 2 phones and ring up say a pizza place and then at the same time a Chinese take away. Then put them on loud speaker and put the phones close together facing each other lol. I guess that is a little bit of negative karma being generated there, but owel.
I never thought about that, probably because I do not have a load of tubes lying around. But sure why not, instead of throwing them away be creative and make prank-turds, brilliant :thumbsup:
It doesn't matter what job they have, how much money they earn, what car they might drive, "Whose" clothes they wear, or what kind of house they live in, men never progress beyond 9 years of age.
Not for 43 years, anyway.
We love ya !
If you're expecting too much, then whose fault is it when we mess up??? Yours!! :rolleyes:
Another time I arrived at work early to place post-it notes underneath each co-worker's mouse with a little note saying "April Fools!"
(I did this to the ex wife and I suffered for it for about three days.)
Trying to beat children at games and sport.
Wearing trainers to night clubs.
I've always objected to being called an adult, partly due to a penchant I have for dressing up the comparatives of certain adjectives, such as betterer and such. When people call me an adult, part of me suspects that they might really be trying to call me an adulterer.
Never have liked being called a grownup, either, cuz I wanna keep on growing...
Women...
:hrm: :shake:
Another poop trick is to get some marzipan and colour it brown with food colouring then stick some of it to your shoe and go round to your friend's house. It helps if they are very posh or house proud. Once inside, and while they look on, pretend to notice the "poop" on your shoe and say "Oh, no! I've stepped in dog shit! And I've trailed it all over your new Axminster!" You then proceed to pick it off your shoe, sniff at it, then start eating it. "Hmm, not bad!"
Which might at one point, have trodden in real dog-poo.
Tell me, how often do you wash your shoes....? :zombie:
Men also contributed to the survey responses....
So who came up with the replies is pretty equal down the line.
Get over it, big boy.
Don't have much of a sense of fun, do you?
You're right: Your 'sense of fun' and mine are poles apart... Mine is probably less expensive, to begin with..
@poptart it will be a lot quicker, cheaper and safer to just use a cardboard toilet roll tube like in the 'how to' picture. Don't waste decent marzipan and new shoes just to do a little prank haha.
Or maybe you can... :eek:
The look of sheer horror on their faces will never leave me. One had covered their own mouth in shock.
I'm giggling now as I type.
Even the onstage pranks of people throwing pies into others' faces: How awful! That's not funny, you could cause some harm to the eyes or sinuses. I've never thought very highly of people who do either reckless or scandalous pranks; such things are more mean than fun, IMO.
I realize, though, that it takes all types to make a world. Glad that I have thick walls and strong doors to shut that part of the world out.
This was way back in the day when Buicks were gas guzzling monsters. Anyway, this guy bought this new car and he was so proud. The fellow I talked about, used to drive around the flight line, refuelling equipment. So they decided to start shooting a few extra gallons of fuel into this guys tank and needless to say, he began to brag about his phenomenal gas mileage. The guys on the crew started telling him "oh you must have one of those special carburetors they don't want anyone to know about". They told him they had heard that if the dealership catches wind of it, they are supposed to take it off immediately, and replace it with a stock one. So he took his car in for service and they must have thought he was nuts because he was paranoid about them not touching his carburetor and he would not tell them why.
So then, of course, my friend and his cronies stopped putting any gas in and his gas mileage plummeted. He was furious. He went to the dealership complaining that they must have changed his carburetor. I guess so. He was used to 30 or 40 miles to the gallon and it dropped drastically.
You see? This is the kind of thing to expect when guys are gathered together and given time and resources to make things happen.
One:
"That has to belong to a guy!"
and, two:
I bet 'you' were glad to get rid of that one!
It's funny; trust me.
The cat was unharmed.
After he got the car, my bro-in-law's dad would sneak next door every night and ADD gasoline to the tank. The neighbor was quite impressed after driving the car for several weeks and never having the gas guage drop off "Full".