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A Mean Trick...
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When we were kids somebody found a real cricket ball and we were having a kick around in the street with it. Two young fellows in a van pulled up, delivering something I think, and one noticed the ball. He asked for a lend of it and somebody threw it to him. He lobbed it into the air and called for his mate to head it. The other guy jumped high, seemed to hang in the air, and made perfect contact with the ball.
He must have had a sore head for the rest of the day.
Can you think of a similar mean trick?
He must have had a sore head for the rest of the day.
Can you think of a similar mean trick?
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For more on marking an answer as the "Best Answer", please visit our FAQ.Having grown up in a large family I could write a book on practical 'jokes' most of which are anything but funny. Paintballing naked people getting out of the hot tub or swimming pool springs to mind, along with eyebrow shaving, marker penning a Hitler moustache on my one brother the day before his interview for a new job, signing up my gay brother to a straight dating site in retaliation for him signing up my straight brother to a gay one,changing the names of my brother's friends to girl's names so he looked as though he was constantly being text'd by other girls to his girlfriend. 'Fraping' people stupid enough to stay signed in on Facebook,putting glue and dog hair trimmings inside someone's slippers, spiders in match boxes, etc etc etc and those are just the repeatable ones, there are far worse things than that. In fact it is so 'dangerous' to live here that my one sister in law sleeps in her car when visiting :(
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Sandy, you can imagine, the stuff that goes on on building sites can border on the psychopathic.
One of the "gentler" tricks involves being on the top lift of scaffolding. There's never anywhere to "go". Standards (6.3 metre uprights) usually end at just about the right height to enable one to ... ahem ... relieve oneself.
They fill up.......... then when the crew come to dismantle the scaffolding ..........................
Sandy, you can imagine, the stuff that goes on on building sites can border on the psychopathic.
One of the "gentler" tricks involves being on the top lift of scaffolding. There's never anywhere to "go". Standards (6.3 metre uprights) usually end at just about the right height to enable one to ... ahem ... relieve oneself.
They fill up.......... then when the crew come to dismantle the scaffolding ..........................
Not a trick but so mean I still feel guilty.....
Aged about ten or eleven my friend and I would visit her gran in a flat above a hairdresser....gran always gave us milk and digestive biscuits...
Those days girls would come on Saturday morning to have their hair done into a beehive or french pleat....then pumped with enough lacquer to last a week....
We would sit at the bedroom window and when the hairdresser's door tinkled we would lean out and drop crumpled biscuits into the still sticky hair....
If any of you are reading this and remember....I really am ashamed and sorry....x
Aged about ten or eleven my friend and I would visit her gran in a flat above a hairdresser....gran always gave us milk and digestive biscuits...
Those days girls would come on Saturday morning to have their hair done into a beehive or french pleat....then pumped with enough lacquer to last a week....
We would sit at the bedroom window and when the hairdresser's door tinkled we would lean out and drop crumpled biscuits into the still sticky hair....
If any of you are reading this and remember....I really am ashamed and sorry....x
My friend Lorraine is always needing the loo. On Tuesdays we always met at her sisters remote cottage to player cards with another friend too so there were always the 4 of us. We were always playing tricks on Lorraine 'cos her reactions are always so OTT. Anyway this particular night, we had a shop dummy, sellotaped a potato between its boobs and dressed it in a nightie. We then put a meat cleaver through the nightie and into the potato, threw ketchup on it and strung it up in the tap end of the bath, adding more ketchup n the bath and tiles! The door opened up against the bath and shower curtain so you don't see the tap end straight away, and the loo was at the bottom. Well, we waited patiently for Lorraine to go to the loo and waited....... NOTHING. We were beginning to think she'd fainted when all of a sudden there was the anticipated blood curdling scream. The air was blue! Worst of all, when she caught sight of the dummy, she tried to run, but her knickers were round her ankles, and she hadn't finished weeing either! I suppose you had to be there really to get the full effect, but I'm sure you get the drift.