Guilty Pleasures
You know, those little things you do when nobody else is around. OK so some of them are rude, but we reckon there are a whole lot more innocent ones out there: my g/f this morning admitted to climbing the stairs on all fours when I wasn't around, and loving it...
( , Thu 7 Apr 2005, 9:11)
You know, those little things you do when nobody else is around. OK so some of them are rude, but we reckon there are a whole lot more innocent ones out there: my g/f this morning admitted to climbing the stairs on all fours when I wasn't around, and loving it...
( , Thu 7 Apr 2005, 9:11)
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Electric fix
my old home telephone number was very similar to the local electricity firm's no, so naturally whenever there was a power cut we would have several dunce heads mis-dialing our number thinking we were the electric people.
The game was to pretend to be the receptionist and answer all their questions without sniggering whilst dreaming up the most wildly innappropriate responses, such as the power's NEVER ever coming back on and you'd better go out right now and stock up on candles and tins of beans. I also used to put the phone right next to my Dad's speakers and play Monty Python clips to them which confused them utterly.
I feel a bit guilty in retrospect not for those thickos but for the actual receptionist who probably had to fend off some very angry/confused/scared people afterwards.
( , Wed 13 Apr 2005, 15:42, Reply)
my old home telephone number was very similar to the local electricity firm's no, so naturally whenever there was a power cut we would have several dunce heads mis-dialing our number thinking we were the electric people.
The game was to pretend to be the receptionist and answer all their questions without sniggering whilst dreaming up the most wildly innappropriate responses, such as the power's NEVER ever coming back on and you'd better go out right now and stock up on candles and tins of beans. I also used to put the phone right next to my Dad's speakers and play Monty Python clips to them which confused them utterly.
I feel a bit guilty in retrospect not for those thickos but for the actual receptionist who probably had to fend off some very angry/confused/scared people afterwards.
( , Wed 13 Apr 2005, 15:42, Reply)
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