Going Too Far
Ever had one of your mates go too far? Back when I was a teenager I went to stay with a friend in the country. We took his dog for a walk in some woods - which was fun.
We came across a breeding pen for the local pheasant shoot - which was interesting.
But then my friend broke into the cages, grabbed a pheasant, strangled it and proceeded to throw it around, only managing to rescue it from his dog's jaws seconds before a gamekeeper turned up to see what the hell was going on. Now, that was a bit too far...
( , Fri 10 Nov 2006, 14:11)
Ever had one of your mates go too far? Back when I was a teenager I went to stay with a friend in the country. We took his dog for a walk in some woods - which was fun.
We came across a breeding pen for the local pheasant shoot - which was interesting.
But then my friend broke into the cages, grabbed a pheasant, strangled it and proceeded to throw it around, only managing to rescue it from his dog's jaws seconds before a gamekeeper turned up to see what the hell was going on. Now, that was a bit too far...
( , Fri 10 Nov 2006, 14:11)
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Work Experience boy in one of me old jobs....
..in this old computer shop where I used to work, we had become semi-famous in the area for being a bunch of right wind-up merchants. The customers would come by the dozen to watch us take the mick of anything, which if anything was great for business too, so the management if anything promoted it. It did go a bit too far one day though...
We had a kid who used to be one of my neighbours (we'll call him "D"). Nice enough kid, was turning 16 and wanted to do work experience with us. I did warn him beforehand what we were like, but he still wanted to come. Oh god, I wish he listened. After two weeks we had;
1 - sent him on any chore imaginable, real or fake (including going to a chemist and asking the old woman there for the really big suppositories).
2 - had him hoovering anything, ceilings included.
3 - making phonecalls to imaginary customers, who were in fact us ripping the piss into him.
4 - locked him in the shop display window and stuck a sign to the outside of it saying "Please do not feed the animals" and left him there for 1/2 an hour.
5 - this was the worst. The works toilet had a bolt on the OUTSIDE for no real reason, and we bolted him in. This toilet was approximately 20 yards into the back of the building, and we could hear him screaming from the shop floor. So could the customers. After 3/4's of an hour, I opened the door and he came out purple. He'd obviously been crying his eyes out too, and grabbed his coat and went home. I called around his house that night to see if he was ok, and found out he was highly claustrophobic and needed to rest. Oh fuck. It took an hour of grovelling to sort that out.
( , Tue 14 Nov 2006, 8:03, Reply)
..in this old computer shop where I used to work, we had become semi-famous in the area for being a bunch of right wind-up merchants. The customers would come by the dozen to watch us take the mick of anything, which if anything was great for business too, so the management if anything promoted it. It did go a bit too far one day though...
We had a kid who used to be one of my neighbours (we'll call him "D"). Nice enough kid, was turning 16 and wanted to do work experience with us. I did warn him beforehand what we were like, but he still wanted to come. Oh god, I wish he listened. After two weeks we had;
1 - sent him on any chore imaginable, real or fake (including going to a chemist and asking the old woman there for the really big suppositories).
2 - had him hoovering anything, ceilings included.
3 - making phonecalls to imaginary customers, who were in fact us ripping the piss into him.
4 - locked him in the shop display window and stuck a sign to the outside of it saying "Please do not feed the animals" and left him there for 1/2 an hour.
5 - this was the worst. The works toilet had a bolt on the OUTSIDE for no real reason, and we bolted him in. This toilet was approximately 20 yards into the back of the building, and we could hear him screaming from the shop floor. So could the customers. After 3/4's of an hour, I opened the door and he came out purple. He'd obviously been crying his eyes out too, and grabbed his coat and went home. I called around his house that night to see if he was ok, and found out he was highly claustrophobic and needed to rest. Oh fuck. It took an hour of grovelling to sort that out.
( , Tue 14 Nov 2006, 8:03, Reply)
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