Firstly: A handful of chocolate hobnobs chewed up and subtly spat into your palm.
Secondly: A noisy fart in the presence of others.
Thirdly: The ability to look embarrassed and disgusted with yourself.
And, finally, a pretend root in the back of your drawers and a theatrical flourish as you splatter the brown lumpy mess from your palm onto their jeans.
Poetry. Pure poetry.
(Paolo Nutini's Bikini Better than Frederick Fleet's optometrist, Fri 18 Sep 2009, 22:20, 5 replies)

AAAGH WASTE OF HOBNOBS!!!!
(Ginger biscuits look just as good and are cheaper) A few years ago I made someone vomit with my fake poo, but as I was 17 it doesn't count for the QOTW, even if its a rather childish thing to be proud of.
( Thrill_My_Chinchilla is old and unimproved, Sat 19 Sep 2009, 8:59, closed)

Or..
Bourbons - at the dinner table, on a Sunday, in front of the Mother-in-law, Father-in-law and Great Grandmother - then give it the dog.

*this never really happened, but will try it tomorrow.

:D
(danniekavanagh did nothing constructive on, Sat 19 Sep 2009, 11:16, closed)

Awesome.
Let us know how it goes!
(Paolo Nutini's Bikini Better than Frederick Fleet's optometrist, Sat 19 Sep 2009, 20:52, closed)

I'm a coward...
Thought about it, Bottled it, but it still didn't stop me giggling like a pillock when the biscuits got handed out...
(danniekavanagh did nothing constructive on, Sun 20 Sep 2009, 19:02, closed)

im not a violent man
but if some cunt did that to me...
( spimf ™ is whoever you want him to be, Sat 19 Sep 2009, 17:44, closed)