Find the faeces
A game me and our colleagues play.

I'm the winner.

It consists of stashing a turd somewhere in the opponents van and seeing how long it takes them to find it.

My record so far is one day, centre console, disguised as a half eaten Snickers.
(mymilkshakebringsallthemongstotheyard poison hearts, poison minds - joining hate, Tue 31 Aug 2010, 9:12, 4 replies)

This is clearly some new definition of the term 'winner'
of which I was not previously aware.
(Falstaff's Spiritual Successor, Tue 31 Aug 2010, 9:19, closed)

Impressive lack of faith. +5 points.
(ThePope, Tue 31 Aug 2010, 10:55, closed)

I am never...
... leaving you alone and unobserved in my van again.
(gordonjcp, Tue 31 Aug 2010, 17:00, closed)

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I remember a friend bought a new (second hand) capri, must have been 1985ish, and kept going on about it.

One very hot day, we were somewhere or other, and he had parked the car outside in the sun. One of our friends nicked his keys, did a huge shit on a piece of newspaper, and stuck it under the drivers seat of the car.

Some 8 hours later as we were all leaving, said mate had told us to keep an eye on capri boi as he got to his car.

When he opened the door, it was like a physical wave hitting him. He was knocked back about 10 feet, retching and gagging. We didn't actually know what it was at that point, but the effect was comical to say the least.

It took about a week for the car to return to normal, during which time he was rechristened as 'the bloke who always has his windows open'.
( Not Pineapple anymore, Wed 1 Sep 2010, 9:05, closed)