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Post by Zippy Moon Dust on May 9, 2008 15:42:40 GMT
Shift-work (maybe a title a for a Fall Album) I used to work weird shifts. Looking back I do miss some of stupid stuff we used to get up to once senior management had knobbed off. (Bonus payments made it even better)
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Post by myleftboot on May 9, 2008 15:45:53 GMT
It was great. Would go back to it tomorrow if there was anything decent about
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Post by Pretty Little Boother on May 9, 2008 17:53:11 GMT
Ah, Uni Halls of Residence, what larks. In the dead of night me and two other lads got a box of sandwich bags and filled them all up with water. We went with them because when filled they resemble a brick more than a balloon, and we were able to build a wall with them, completely filling up another lad's door frame. Completely blocked it off. Then, we scattered a load of drawing pins onto the floor outside, so when he opened the door the next morning, we was faced with a 6'6" wall of water, which he had no choice but to just push down. Of course, they all burst, and a massive tidal wave soaked him and his room. That was back in November, the carpet's still wet now.
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Post by Zippy Moon Dust on May 9, 2008 18:26:48 GMT
Ah, Uni Halls of Residence, what larks. ;D We had 15 blocks in our halls - all 4 storey. There was a number you could ring to make the payphones call back. We'd load ourselves with balloons full of water, ring that number and leg it it to the top floor. Someone always answered and we'd drop water bombs on them down the stair well. We'd pass by quite innocently saying "are you alright? - you look a bit wet"
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Post by walrus on May 9, 2008 22:23:37 GMT
Challenge someone to a blindfold banana eating race, then just remove the blindfold and watch them stuffing their stupid face full of banana while getting people to cheer them on, EG, ''faster, faster, he's beating you by a mile''
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Post by Zippy Moon Dust on May 10, 2008 21:10:14 GMT
One of my neighbours is a dingle. His tax disk holder is a Wolves one. I printed a few of these off and keep leaving them under his passenger side windscreen wiper. I also cover them cling film just in case it rains. He's alright actually - we have good banter.
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Post by DansViews on May 10, 2008 22:43:24 GMT
A guy in my old street kept my ball after it went on his garden.
So i went onto the field with my dads newspaper, wrapped dog shit in it, put it on his doorstep and set it alite... rang the doorbell and ran off..
He opened the door to what he thought was a newspaper on fire and duly stamped on it and walked back into the house..
never got my ball back.
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