Double pranked due to a lack of long term memory
During my university placement year, I lived and worked in a nowhere between Winchester and Southampton. It was a relatively new build house in the middle of a soulless housing estate that existed only to house the thousands of people who worked in the large IBM site nearby and their regulated families.

One of my housemates was called Pete. He was a funny Brummy who seemed to spend most of his time laughing uncontrollably, most often at the most inappropriate of things. He even laughed when in front of his mother he opened a plain envelope addressed to him only to pull out a smut brochure. I'd known him just two weeks and thought it a great way to break the ice.

One depressing night in the local less-than-a-year-old "Ye Olde Country Pub", we were all having a few drinks and enjoying the usual conversations about how much we hated our jobs. As the depressing conversation continued and the drinks continued to flow, Pete offered to get a round in order to continue. Whilst he was at the bar, I noticed he'd left his mobile phone on the table. Such is the way in these situations, I grabbed the phone and swapped his number with that of our other housemate, Chris. As he returned all it took was a quick message from Chris's phone saying "YOU WERE FUCKING ADOPTED! LOL! I POOD IN YOUR MOUTH WHEN YOU WERE A BABY. MUM x" for instant merriment. Much laughter was had by all as the penny dropped the moment Pete read the message. The silence when his phone beeped was more than enough to arouse his suspicion that horse play was afoot.

Fast forward a few months to another boring evening in the house of gloom. Chris sat in front of the TV whilst Pete was reading his Harry fucking Potter book upstairs like the child he is. Meanwhile I'm pottering about, bored. As I looked in the fridge again for something to drink, I notice Pete's phone was resting on the microwave with Pete nowhere in sight. Never one to miss an opportunity, I grabbed it, then wrote and sent a message to Chris. I stood there for a good two minutes awaiting the incredible hilarity that was supposed to ensue. However after it became apparent that nothing had happened, I asked Chris if he had any phone signal. “Full signal” confirmed Chris. I decided to go find Pete to find out if there was something wrong with his phone. Always the detective, Pete was concerned when he faced with me asking questions like this so instantly goes to retrieve his phone and find out what I’ve done. As he fiddled with the buttons, his posture froze as he evidently found something he didn't like the look of, his face turning a little white in the process.

"What's going on?" asked Chris interested in the commotion.

"You cock, you absolute fucking cock!" Pete shouted at me. Turns out he never bothered to change the names of Chris & his mum back to their correct corresponding values in the phone, being epically lazy as he was. Having a somewhat traditional relationship with his mother, he wasn't best pleased to find out that she would be receiving a text message from him saying "I am a big gayer, I love the cock.". Despite this, and still whilst shouting “I HATE YOU”, Pete couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation.

Pete never mentioned the message to his mother and she never asked. I wonder if she knew.
( ma0sm, Tue 4 Aug 2009, 14:37, Reply)