I still cringe when I think of this.
When I was a nipper (so many of my stories start that way) I was still developing my rather strange sense of humour. Looking back, I don't know why I thought my mum would find this amusing, but I wasn't a malicious kid I was just, well, weird.

I decided to play a little prank on my mum. I got a big plastic bottle and drew what at a cursory glance might have appeared to be blood on it with one of my mum's bingo markers. I then carefully arranged myself at the foot of the stairs with my head on the bottle. What a cracking wheeze! My mum would emerge and think I was dead! And then I would spring up, shout "Hahaha! Look! I am not dead! It was a joke" and we'd both fall about laughing! Genius.

You really would have thought she'd have been happier that I was alive than she appeared to be. I don't think I sat down for about a week after that one.
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Sun 13 Jul 2008, 21:58, 1 reply)

ungrateful bitch
try chopping your head off next time.. ha that'll teach her.
(TheRiddler Hmmmmm... I concur., Mon 14 Jul 2008, 9:30, closed)