My ex-flatmate (star of the Pathological Liar QOTW the other week. We'll call him 'Simon')
always informed us when he had a hot date. One day, he announced over dinner that he planned to have a hot date over whilst he cooked. This means we had to scarper. As the rest of us also lived in that flat, we didn't appreciate being told when or when not we should vacate the premises. Instead of being rational and just fucking off to the pub, my other flatmate, who we'll call Harold, had a brilliant idea.

Cut to: around 8.30pm that night as "Simon" prepares a lovely meal (chicken and chips) for his hot date. This would have been lovely, had it not been for an hour and a half previously when "Harold" changed his ringtone to one of Barry White's many love anthems. It also helped that we were listening eagerly at the door. At one point, "Simon" started telling his hot date about how he was having a wonderful time. At that point, we decided to ring Harold's phone, which we hid earlier inside Simon's cupboard.

"My first... my last... my ev-er-y-thing" started playing in the middle of the romantic couple's lovely dinner. As I was on the other side of the door, I can't describe it, but I'm sure the look on Simon's face was a picture.

(PS: I was the victim of a revenge attack a few weeks later when I pulled in a nightclub, took the girl to my room and after fifteen minutes of fooling around, 'Sexual Healing' by Marving Gaye started playing just outside my door. Touche, Simon.)
( __, Sat 15 Dec 2007, 1:45, 1 reply)

haha
Strangely enough, when my ex and one of my best mates got together for filth (ooh complicated) his flatmates did exactly the same thing with marvin Gaye outside the door!
( MCQ Cartoons n' shit: bagowank.com, Sat 15 Dec 2007, 3:12, closed)