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.