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Some arse at work commands that you make them tea. How do you get revenge? You gob in it, of course...

How have you creatively sabotaged other people's food to get you own back? Just how petty were your reasons for doing it? Did they swallow?

(, Thu 18 Sep 2008, 15:31)
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The unfortunate victim of food sabotage. Sort of.
My dad's a jazz/blues musician and lived through the sixties so it pretty much goes without saying that he's fairly fond of a bit of green, as are most of his old musical-type buddies.

Anyway, the story starts with me joining my dad to see Baj, a bassist friend of his who had unfortunately developed Multiple Sclerosis and it was starting to take it's toll on him - as such he was perscribed medicinal cannabis to help alliviate the symptoms.

It goes without saying that he'd been smoking it on a regular basis for the last thirty years and this medication meant he could use some of his normal supply for something else.

So he baked a cake. Just a simple chocolate sponge, but absolutely laced with weed. An evil plan hatches in his mind and he gives my dad an enormous grin which transmitted the nature of the cake and his intent. My dad, bless him, gives a wry smirk and nods assent.
Baj offers me some cake.

Had I been a little older I might have been suspicious of it. Unfortunately for me, I was seven, and here I was, being presented cake! Chocolate cake no less! I had about half of it, greedy guts that I was.

So obviously in a short space of time you've got a stoned seven-year-old tearing around the house while the two guilty parties silently crack up into their tea. I came down in the car on the way home, and dad got a bollocking for allowing mother's little boy to get higher than a stratospheric kite.

I don't know about length, but it was about ten inches in diameter.
(, Tue 23 Sep 2008, 15:50, 4 replies)
Your father sounds wicked.
Mine used to take me to his tutorials (he was the tutor, not a student) in the pub, prop me up in a corner and feed me beer by dipping his finger into his pint and letting me suck it.

Yay for responsible parents.
(, Tue 23 Sep 2008, 17:06, closed)
My dad would always refuse to let us drink his beer when we were younger.

Insisting that we drunk our step-mum's cider instead. Something to do with it "not being as strong", by which he meant "it's not my beer".
(, Tue 23 Sep 2008, 17:11, closed)
He did catch me drinking when I was 15...
And he was very annoyed.

I suppose he had a right, as I was drinking Carlsberg. So he fed me ale until I was fixed.
(, Wed 24 Sep 2008, 19:10, closed)
My Dad
Has me on video as an innocent 5 year old being given a JD and coke and drinking it.

(, Tue 23 Sep 2008, 17:27, closed)

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