666
Rewind to 1981/82 and sniffing of evo stick was very much in vogue. One sniffer wrote 666 in the hair of another of his young chums. A third lad was then shown the mark on the other lad's head during an inhalation session. This was only about 2 weeks after the Omen was screened on TV.

This went on for a number sessions, were the lad who was being shown these strange markings began to believe wholeheartedly that this lad with obscure biro markings on his head was the son of Stan.

It resulted in:

1. The poor affected lad being dragged to the local church by his mother demanding the CofE vicar to perform an exorcism late one night.
2. The poor affected lad never leaving the house without a bible and a crucifix.
3. The poor affected lad starting to piss the bed at age 15.
4. The poor affected lad being carted off hysterically to a secure unit at the local pyscho unit.

There was probably much more far reaching damage that I am no longer privvy too, but I wet my kecks everytime I think of how far we pushed the idea. The goat's head stolen from the art block and a white sheet might be considered by some to be going too far......

Kids are so cruel ;-)
( Piper Alpha is being a grumpy northerm bastard on:, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 12:29, Reply)

The CV prank that never was.
I had this all planned out too, down the smallest detail.

In work I did a favor of one of our old work colleagues which involved printing off a copy of his CV. I was emailed his CV and run off a few copies, but forgot to delete his CV once I'd done it.

A week later I notice I've still got his CV here, which seemed to glint to me. I had a quiet think, then a plan was born.

I was to apply for as many jobs as possible using this CV, all with the same covering letter except for literally 2 details to differ per letter. I even made a template letter ready, which consisted of something like the following;

Dear _____,
I am contacting you in reference to looking for employment within your workplace. ###########INSERT VARIABLE SENTENCE HERE############# Please find enclosed a copy of my CV.
I hope to hear from you soon,

L


I was going to replace his address with my own and keep all copies of the refused (or indeed accepted) replies and make a website showing his current progress. Also, the jobs he was going to apply for were going to be more and more obscure, literally right up to joining the Russian Traveling Circus as "I have a keen fondness for monkeys and cages."

I wrote the webpage ready, even uploaded it at the time and printed off the first covering letter for the local sewage works (stating "I love the smell of feces in the morning"). Unfortunately, L's dad picked that moment to pass away and I didn't have the heart to do it to him. Also, since that time my office profile has been nuked and I've lost the CV, so I cannot do this again.

Oh well, there's always the next CV to come my way....
( Jeccius Steam Borderlands 2 junkie, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 12:27, Reply)

IT prank
When I was at college they had a VAX VMS which used a pretty simple login screen. My homies and I wrote a little program to mime the login screen and left it running on terminals wherever we could. Once the program captured a login and pwd it put up a lame msg about system maintenance and trying again later. We then changed each users motd to something amusing and waited for them to login. The lecturers knew we were doing it and didn't care. Times have changed.

This is very boring isn't it?
(gobbo, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 12:23, Reply)

T'was I that was most commonly the..
lucky recipient of my teenage pals over active imaginations.

From the age of 12 I belive they realised that I was pretty much capable of being the fall guy in any situation - and my parents never questioned the bumps and bruised on their delightfull aire.

Some may question this as child cruelty, but for we lived in the country so was entirely normal.

Typical for us as semi country folk, much of what happened to me was in the form that probably could have killed me - infact the more evil and the more dangerous only got worse as time went along....

there was the time a friend told me the large carp pond was frozen totally solidly and they'd all been 'skating' about on it just that very morning...

With a glint of torvil and dean in my eye I went volting towards the frozen lake - to crash straight through up to my waist... unfortunatly the ice was such a thickness to make walking out - or clambering onto its surface pratically impossible... I looked like monged out zombie - all-be-it a frozen 12 yearold non-dead variety.

This form of tourture arrived on a weekly basis - including the famouse loaded shot gun in mouth prank - the being shot at with a powerful air riffle tom foolery - and the being pushed out of a tree high jinks...

Possibly the one time I managed to get my own back was a few years later - one particular lad - not known for his endearing spirit was being a dick at a party...

For some reason he was having a cup of tea (oh the debauchery) and I was handed this to give him... so I did what all people do when faced with such a situation - popped into a side room and wee'd into it... only I guessd the joke was also on the persons father - as anyone will gather - stop starting weeing is a tad difficult - especially when full of cheap 3% french beer - sorry mr mates dad for the wet patch in your study - it werent me...

oh and he drank it all...
(feedingtimeatthezoo day 1 of his bikini diet started, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 12:20, Reply)

I've been told off for this...
... but MrsP reminds me...

I have been known, over the past decade or so, to select a random address when I travel and to send a postcard there. It will be very chatty and familiar - the sort of thing you might send your grandmother if you had got her address wrong: the point - well, there isn't much of one - is simply to confuse people.

Friends of mine have told me that this is utterly indefensible, because it might genuinely scare people - I might have accidentally chosen someone who has a stalker/ has been attacked/ blah blah blah. I simply don't get the power of the objection, though.

Does anyone have any thoughts? Should I stop or carry on?
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 12:07, 5 replies)

Unsettling more than evil....
A long time ago, I was at Uni in Brighton with a rather strange young man who I'll call Geoff. Nice enough guy, but a little odd (he carried a dead mouse around in his pocket at one time...) Like most students, Geoff used to frequent the local second hand shops, and one day he came back to College with an old Jim'll Fix It annual from about 10 years previous (I said he was odd). As he was looking through it he drew our attention to a section for letters from kids who had never had their 'Fix Its' granted, but who the publishers thought to include anyway; one was from a girl in Brighton with a rather distinctive last name, which Geoff commented on (I can't remember what, or what she asked for - something along the lines of driving in a limo with Kajagoogoo). No one thought any more about it. Then we found out what he had done....

He'd gone through the Brighton phonebook and found an entry for someone with the same distinctive surname; at this point I think he was just satisfying his curiosity, but something got the better of him. He rang the number, and when the woman answered he asked her if, as a young girl, she'd written into Jim'll Fix It? She said that yes, she had - Geoff then said he was ringing from the BBC. Jim'll Fix It was coming back on TV, and as part of their new series they were revisiting all the old Fix Its that never made it to air the first time round and granting the old wishes. Oh my god, said the woman, am I going to be on telly driving in a limo with Kajagoogoo? Yes, said Geoff, who could have left it at that. Instead, he formed a more complex plan.

He asked the woman if he could meet up with her to discuss her Fix It in more detail, do an interview for Look In magazine, that sort of thing, and suggested they convene at Brighton Pier the following day. She, of course, said yes. Now Geoff didn't look like your average BBC employee (dirty bleached blonde hair, lots of leather, dead mouse in pocket), so that evening he borrowed a smart suit and briefcase and the next morning cleaned himself up and toddled off to his meeting at the Pier.

The woman turned up with her mum, similarly excited; a newly-smartened Geoff, resplendent in his borrowed suit and tie, bought them both a cup of tea. He then told them that the next week, a car containing Jimmy Saville himself would be dispatched to East Sussex, complete with camera crew, to record the start of the lucky ladies' journey to the BBC studios where she would be met by Kajagoogoo or whatever, and her dream would come true. Her Fix It would be the cornerstone of the first show of the new series. She was to dress in all her finery and be ready to be picked up at 11am sharp next Tuesday. Then he took their photos (!!) and left. I still wonder what the BBC made of the phone call they inevitably got the following week, and what the woman and her mother must have thought as it slowly dawned on them what had happened...

Actually, thinking about it, that is pretty evil....
(MrsP, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 11:58, 3 replies)

Bullies
I was an unpopular kid at school. No, I wasn't a cunt, I wasn't annoying, I was just shy. I kept my head down, got on with stuff and generally tried to stay out of trouble. But I was quiet and wouldn't fight back. THAT'S why I was unpopular.

So a lot of the posts on this QOTW really bring back some bad memories for me. Like the time someone came up behind me and smacked me over the head, sending me to the ground. As I got up and walked away with what was left of my dignity I heard someone say "He deserved that!". Cunts.

Stealing my shoes was always popular, for some reason. Almost every DT lesson seemed to end with me being shoeless.

The one I was most impressed with though is the time I went out of the classroom, foolishly leaving my bag unattended. (Imagine that, eh? There I was thinking my personal property would be left alone. So naive.) By the time i had got back they had unscrewed a wooden support post (it was a temporary wooden classroom) put the loop of my bag through it and screwed it back down, thus trapping my bag.

So when I read stories on here of the sheer level of cuntery people are capable of I'm not surprised. Many bullies justify their actions by saying "We were only having a laugh". Yeah, maybe. But when the person you're playing the "prank" on isn't laughing then you're a bully, plain and simple.
(MrC. Having the most boring username on b3ta since 2004, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 11:52, 3 replies)

'i can make you give up smoking!' says magictorch
'how!' says friend?

(take the packet of fags, pull one out, stick the filter end up your nose and then replace in the packet. then shake.)

'there you go, no need for nicotinel' says magictorch.

'grrrrr' says friend.
(magictorch, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 11:16, Reply)

Student party wake up call
As the party wound down we looked for some prank to amuse our thoroughly ruined minds.

We discovered one of those old bell type alarm clocks.... Set it for 6am.... and placed it in the dusty and well hidden recess behind the plinth on the top of the kitchen cupboards. The gap between unit and ceiling was just big enough to conceal the alarm clock.


Apparently it went off on 4 consecutive mornings before someone waited downstairs for it to go off and reveal it's location :)
(golddust QOTW now revolves around being a cunt, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 11:03, 2 replies)

This QOTW is terrible
I'll admit before I start that I've enjoyed a few answers and some have warranted a click, but this goes to the majority of the rest.

All this QOTW has done is provoke twats into telling their stories of complete cuntish acts. Not evil, it passes evil, ignores funny and goes straight to destroying peoples mentally.

I've read a few stories which have just left me shocked, that a bunch of people on a board which usually provides pleasent reading material, can write with such pride about how they've caused mental breakdowns or rather seriously injured, had the potential to injure, or intended to injure someone else, just for a few laughs.

The main story that sticks out is one from a guy who worked in a shop with a, as he put it "a fat girl" who fancied a guy who was out of her league and went travelling, he then impersonated the guy she fancied via e-mail, lead her on and then broke it all off, causing her a mental breakdown. Fair enough, he did a prank, it went a bit further than he intended, but that wasn't the case, this was - "Lots of fun but I think we gave the fat girl a bit of a confidence crisis and nervous breakdown when we got busted. Hahahahahahahahahahaha. Aha...aha...a-hahahahaahahaha. What was I laughing about again? Oh yes, that fat girl with the mental breakdown...ahahahahahaha" that bit of icing on the cake filled me with rage.
(this is the story if you want to read it b3ta.com/questions/evilpranks/post108748 )

In the story he states that most people would smell a rat, but it's not true, I was one of the lesser popular kids in school, and that alone reduces your self esteem enough that just the mere chance that the person you fancy who's "way out of your league" might fancy you back is enough to make you believe it despite what the rest of your mind tells you. It used to happen to me quite alot and I never learnt, I can imagine that working with people such as this twat who goes on about how she's fat and ugly and therefore has no chance, that this girl was victim to similar mental attacks.

I've read various other similar stories. Stories where people have been seriously phyisically hurt. One where some guys rigged up a welding torch so that it electricuted some poor sod. Too many people, in my opinion, have used this QOTW as a way of trying to tell a story which they know was a bad thing to do in a way as to try and make it sound funny to heal their conscience.

I hate pranks as it is, I'll admit, so maybe I'm prejudice about it. But I think that as soon as you do something with the intent or result of harming another human, even if it's in revenge for something they've done to you, then there's no possible way you can spin it to make it funny or entertaining.

Saying that, I'm starting to realise that, if these people find it funny, don't feel shame in telling alot of people about it, and boast about it on here, then they must truly take pleasure in other people's misery.




*Breathes out*
(Belgaer is, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 10:32, 13 replies)

when i was moving into a house with some friends when i was in uni
i had come up for the weekend to drop some stuff off, the morning i was going to get the train back i was sat in front of the telly enjoying last nights takeaway when i spotted my house mate ass's tobacco lying in the table then i spotted a mousetrap in the corner. i rolled a couple of fags with what was left of his tobacco and with the aid of some doubled over tape i baited the trap with them.

i had just got onto the train when i got a call from him calling me a bastard because he had got his finger caught in the trap trying to retrieve its bounty
( Reme Philips laid an epic dump on, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 9:26, 5 replies)

There was this indian fella I used to live with
one morning I hid all his clothes and set the fire alarm off so he ran out into the street with just his bed sheet wrapped around him.Of cousre I had locked the door so he couldn't get back in
Now his boss wasn't too keen on excuses so he went into work with this sheet and come lunch time he had no money for lunch (no pockets you see)when his workmates asked him what he was doing with the sheet he explained that he was starving because the british man had taken over his home.
Started a bit of a trend, what was his name again? oh yeah Ghandi, Bill Ghandi

or was it Bill Jenkins?
( VampireMonkeyOnSpeed a super sexy sexual sex terrorist sex, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 8:49, Reply)

Not mine, but one I remember reading.
Apparently the cast of Friends were always playing tricks on each other - my favourite of the ones I read was played on David Schwimmer by Matthew Perry and Matt le Blanc.

Apparently they recommended he try a new car, some sort of SUV thing, saying that it used revolutionary new technology and hardly used any petrol at all. He got one from the manufacturer to use for a couple of weeks, and every time he was filming, one of the others snuck out and filled it back up with petrol.

So he used it for a week or so and kept remarking how it was amazing, he hadn't even noticed the fuel gauge move yet.

They did tell him about the prank in the end...

...but only after he'd bought the car =D
(Professor Kenny Martin Hmm? What?, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 8:34, 1 reply)

I dont ever want this QOTW to end:(
This QOTW should be left open forever.
( Sir Pigeon Nipples Did you sit in some sugar?, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 8:22, 2 replies)

German joviality
Back in my college days my class took part in an exchange program with a Garman Technical College and Siemens. We were staying in a nice hostel in Mulheim an der Ruhr, it was surrounded by beautiful woodland, all was peaceful and idyllic....until.

I was sharing a room with two of the chaps from my class but after two days of my snoring they evicted me and I swapped for the single room down the hall. As a bit of a gag I decided to get my own back by doing the usual things: filling shoes with toothpaste, hiding fish behind radiators, setting all of the rooms alarm clocks for 5am and locking them in the bedside cabinet, putting bricks under the matresses, sprinkling crumbs in the pillow cases. The chaps didn't seem best impressed but laughed it off.

A few nights later we were invited out by some of the German ladies from the college. We wen't out, had a few drinks and one of them came back to the hostel with us. By this point I was drunkenly believing that I was about to participate in a gangbang or bukakke party. So in we walked, all very friendly and ready for a few more delicious beverages. The guys suggested that we retire to my room as it was furthest away from other guests and we could be as noisy as we liked. It seemed like a good idea until I reached my door and saw that it was slightly ajar. I hadn't locked it before leaving the hostel. Upon entering I immediately regretted doing so. Every conceivable surface was covered in toilet paper and/or hardcore German pornography. Not only that but the bastards had painstakingly covered the entirity of the floor with incredibly sticky Honey.

I didn't offer an explanation to the lovely German girl. I simply about turned, walked into my former room, sat down, opened a bottle of Schnapps and waited for the inevitable jeering. The lads appeared about 5 minutes later, minus ladyfriend, who had decided upon going home.

They all found it hilarious, but to this day I am sure that they robbed us all of a filthy experience with an amazingly hot German Engineering student. Bastards the lot of 'em!
(fan-dan-go because mutton chops are cool!, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 1:58, 1 reply)

Canoe
After lurking on these boards for years I'm finally going to make my first post.

First prank was done by a schoolfriend's sister (called victoria). She was at a house party and the usual happened when some guy got wasted and fell asleep in an upstairs bedroom. Victoria and her mates decided to take down the guy's jeans, rip his boxers open, spray deepheat around his anus and slide a condom on a broom up his anus. The guy woke up the next day with no recollection of the previous night thinking he had been raped.

Apologies if this has already been mentioned but faking your own death in a canoeing accident and deceiving your whole family, except your wife, by making them think your dead for 5 years is a bit of an evil prank, no?
(ruud, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 0:41, 7 replies)

Cigarette fun
A friend was quite the chimney, he smoked almost constantly. It got so bad we had to ask him to go outside when he smoked as the house was becoming smoggy. After some rather nasty words from him about "stomping on his rights" he went out. We hatched a quick plan to help stop him from being such a rude prick. Luckily he liked to leave his stuff all over and pick it up days or even weeks later. His cigs usually were picked up a lot quicker though.

So we grab a pack and begin our deed. The ol' pinholes in the length trick is used. Another gets a broken prong off a plastic fork wedged in it, packing the tobacco so tightly it can't be lit. A third has all the leaves removed and carefully put back into the pack empty. Yet anopther got a nasal trip and then back in to join the others. The last, a small ladyfinger was placed inside after removing the tobacco and then repacked, covering it up.

Then we waited, trying so hard to not giggle and give up our hand. A few hours later he takes said pack and goes outside. Cursing is heard. More cursing. A bang and a scream.

Ok so maybe that was over the line but he was an arse and since has become nicer.
( kitty minion Babies ate my dingo!, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 0:19, Reply)

Appropriate...

( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Wed 19 Dec 2007, 23:49, 2 replies)

I am a cunt
My ex-wife had a really good friend from way back who was on the brink of getting married herself.

For the hen party they had decided to have a lingerie pub-crawl. The general theme was the whole tacky Ann Summers thing.

My ex had ordered a load of stuff from said smut peddlers catalogue, the piste de la resistance being a huge wobbly double-ended dildo.

My best mate (who was visiting at the time) and I had often played pranks on each other....usually ending in each other becoming moderately injured. This time though we worked together....

One drunken night we were going through the collection of filth that the missus had ordered whilst she was away at a works doo. The double-ender appeared, as did some of the hottest scotch bonnet peppers know to man that we had procured from Peckham High Street. We sliced and diced them and rubbed the juice from one grossly phallic end of the dildo to the other and carefully repackaged it.

Cut to 3 days later. The day of the wedding went well. The night of the wedding came and went. My wife received a text that went something like this

"You fucking bitch, where did you get that dildo from? I ended up in A and E with the worst burnt fanny AND arsehole. You ruined everything"

I have never been more amused...or aroused to be honest. My ex-wife never heard a thing from her again.


Length? Just bend it in the middle and jam it up your arse.
( Beejay Proper old bastard, Wed 19 Dec 2007, 22:38, 3 replies)

Pranked
When I was studying at Cumbria University, the campus was infested with mice for a brief period of time.

One of my mates and I decided it would be a laugh to stuff cheese in our other mates ear whilst he slept, and lead the mice to him with a trail of smaller niblets of cheese.

Suffice to say, he woke up with a severely nibbled ear and I had to drive him to hospital the next morning. Turns out the mice had infected him too by pissing down his lug.
(pluckyoswald, Wed 19 Dec 2007, 22:28, 5 replies)

Police
Someone I know in 'the force' relayed a tale to me about what used to happen to the violent drunks that had been banged up for the night.

This was in the days before cctv.

Somwhere in the station hidden away were a pink panther and a rabbit costume.

Once the drunk had fallen asleep 2 officers would don the costume, proceed into the cell and 'teach him a lesson'.

Back then you were usually put before a judge/senior officer before release.

I can see the funny side as hungover person tries to make a complaint about a giant rabbit and the pink panther beating him up in the cell the night before.

Rofl
(never-right -getting it wrong since '78, Wed 19 Dec 2007, 22:10, 2 replies)

not really evil
but a few weeks ago i went into Waterstones. Someone had left a sheet of "signed by the author" stickers on a table, so I swiped it and spent a while sticking them on copies of The Bible, Dickens, Jane Austen etc.
( shavedchimp something something oranges something, Wed 19 Dec 2007, 21:29, 8 replies)

None too evil... but fun at the time
Admittedly, whenever I'm involved in pranks, me and my mates are wankered, making them all the more funny.

Secretly filming a mate while he says things he shouldn't say about his girlfriend. Then posting on you tube for the world to see. Also putting a fairly incriminating picture of said mate onto that "hot or not" website

Alternatively finding clear selotape(sp?) and wrapping a box of fags in the stuff. You have to do it in multiple strips so it doesn't come off in one go. And obviously so that they can't open it.

Better yet, with any kind of tape, wrap the actual fags in tape and then bind them together with more tape.

One of my mates fell asleep with arse hanging out, so I've got photo's of another mate sticking a candle in his arse and lighting it.

But thats about the best of the pranks I've been involved with.
(Rumbug Don't mind me. I'm Procrasturbating., Wed 19 Dec 2007, 21:07, 1 reply)

Not me, but my dad once wrapped up a full size black plastic dustbin for my mums birthday
My dad had obviously thought about this...

It had a necklace cunningly hidden inside an old steel pipe in the bottom and 'No Hot Ashes' written on the lid.. I will always remember that... 'No Hot Ashes', and the nice, carefuly chosen necklace didn't really matter, because before she'd got anywhere near finding it they'd had a massive row which involved her throwing the dustbin lid at his head.

Brought a whole new meaning to the term 'Rubbish Present'
(Nobody Likes Mortal Wombat, Wed 19 Dec 2007, 19:33, Reply)

nasty.
giving someone a line of ketamine after youv told then its cocaine. imagine expecting a buzz that makes u think your the centre of the universe when instead you get scanner darkly vision and lose the ability to talk.
(Raol Duke, Wed 19 Dec 2007, 18:52, 8 replies)

Sorry for the link
news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/kent/7152378.stm

This fits this QOTW perfectly.
(hypnoticme is an anarcho-syndicalist commune, Wed 19 Dec 2007, 18:26, 2 replies)

On a somewhat darker note
The scrapings of nearly 40 different powder related sealy bags, or my "lucky dip" as it was called at the time - there was about half a gram of all these assorted delights stashed for a rainy day.

A friend chased a rather large line of what he believed to be some nice harmless (!) Charles, however as the night wore on it became somewhat widely known that it was more likely to be an about equal mix of MDMA and speed, finding myself that coke is far too expensive and shite and therefore not bothering with it very often.

He was promptly informed of this just after insufflation. Approximately an hour later he was running round the venue (a conservative club) at top whack giving people he had never seen before bone crushing ecstawhizz hugs, including some of the elderly folk who were downstairs, enjoying a nice cold subsidised pint.

He had a cracking night, and nearly pulled a 48 year old woman.

We were 15.
(hypnoticme is an anarcho-syndicalist commune, Wed 19 Dec 2007, 18:20, 9 replies)

Another of my Dad's stories
Just to recap - my Dad is a retired policeman, he's Scots but lives down South.

One morning my Dad had gone into work and was called down to the cells where the custody officer was a fellow Scot.

Apparently a drunk had been brought in overnight and now the custody office decided he was going to teach the drunk a lesson....

My Dad and the CO go to the door of the drunk cell which is open and a very forlorn young man sits on the edge of the 'bed' (they didn't have a bed, it was a step with a mattress on it so if the drunk fell out of bed he wouldn't hurt himself - see, British policemen *are* considerate! Mind you, they would probably thump him later...). So there he sits, head in hands muttering about never drinking again - yep, we've all been there.

He looks up at the two officers, "Where am I?" he asks,
"A long way from home pal" says the CO in a broad Scots accent.
"Eh?" replies confused drunk,
"You're in Glasgow Central"

The drunk denies this and insists that it's impossible for him to have been out drinking in Kent last night but this morning to be nearly 500 miles way in Glasgow, Scotland. He insists that the policeman is having a laugh....

The CO turns to my Dad, "Tell him"
"Glasgow Central pal. How'd you get up here?" answers my Scots father.

The drunk begins to look horrified.
"You're 'avin' a laugh!" he still refuses to believe....

So now the police begin to get really evil....
"Hang on a moment pal."
My Dad disappears into the corridor and finds another uniformed officer...who just happens to be a fellow Scot....."Tell this joker where he is"

The large policeman puts his head around the door, looks slightly quizzically at the drunk and then says, "D'ye no ken y'rin Glasgow Central?"

At this point the drunk began to shake his head and tears appeared in his eyes, "My wife is going to kill me!"

The policemen offered no sympathy with his plight, they were hard even, refusing to agree to his pleas for some sort of help to buy a train ticket, or even allow him a phone call home. Instead they kicked him out of the police station onto the mean streets of Whitstable, Kent.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Wed 19 Dec 2007, 18:18, 3 replies)

Once, i was a lead developer on a computer game...
and we made the public wait for 10 years just to get three lousy trailers and a few screenshots.

signed,
G. Broussard.
(Schumann makes awesome quiches., Wed 19 Dec 2007, 18:14, 6 replies)

I know a drummer and a guitarist
who in times gone by, played in various local bands. There was a certain amount of jovial rivalry between them and this was played out in various pranks that started out by a group of us shovelling freshly fallen snow to cover the back door of the drummers house. 8 feet high and about 4 feet thick at the bottom. His mum, on opening the door, went ape. So to get his own back, George, the drummer involved, took all his broken drumsticks, and 'planted' them in the flowerbed of (Ben*)the guitarist's house, and stuck a head of a freshly killed pheasant on the end of each stick.
Cue the most ugly photograph of Georges face, looking like he had something inserted rather hastily up his bottom, photocopied and plastered all over town. To get his own back, George covered Ben's plastic Pig (Reliant Robin for all the non UK persons here) with Vaseline and then graffittied the whole thing. No damage done the whole lot could be hosed off in a trice, but Ben was mortified when he first saw it.
Now it gets rather dangerous, Ben bought himself about £5 worth of fireworks (yes nearly a year later, and tied them to a bamboo pole, the like that used to come in the centre of a carpet before the long cardboard tube, lit them and placed them near the window of George and his girlfriends bedroom, in a very old pub.

Attempted arson was the charge.

*Name changed as Ben is now a very accomplished guitar technician for some very global Muso's
(lordy lordy, Wed 19 Dec 2007, 18:04, Reply)