Messing with people's heads
Theophilous Thunderwulf says: What have you done to fuck with people? Was it a long, carefully planned piece of psychological warfare, or do you favour quick, off-the-cuff comments that confuse the terminally gullible? Have you been dicked with, and only realised many years later? Are you being dicked right now? Tell us everything.
( , Thu 12 Jan 2012, 11:25)
Theophilous Thunderwulf says: What have you done to fuck with people? Was it a long, carefully planned piece of psychological warfare, or do you favour quick, off-the-cuff comments that confuse the terminally gullible? Have you been dicked with, and only realised many years later? Are you being dicked right now? Tell us everything.
( , Thu 12 Jan 2012, 11:25)
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Badger shit tastes like raspberry ripple ice cream.
A few years ago I was on holiday in the south of France and the bloke that owned the lodge we were staying at was a real man of the woods, understood loads about nature and animal behaviour. We got onto the subject of identifying creatures by their poo, and he told me an easy way to tell is to pick it up and lick it, and apparently badger shit tastes like raspberry ripple ice cream.
The next day I went off into the woods, hunting down animal droppings and licking them. I tried all sorts, small nugget ones, long sausage ones, funny little pancake ones, a real myriad of shite. When I got back to the lodge I told him what I'd been up to, but none of them tasted like ice cream so I guess there weren't any badgers living nearby.
He gave me a funny look which I interpreted as 'city boy don't know shit', but later laying in bed it dawned on me that he'd pulled a brilliant gag.
Utter cunt and I love him for it.
( , Thu 12 Jan 2012, 13:08, 2 replies)
A few years ago I was on holiday in the south of France and the bloke that owned the lodge we were staying at was a real man of the woods, understood loads about nature and animal behaviour. We got onto the subject of identifying creatures by their poo, and he told me an easy way to tell is to pick it up and lick it, and apparently badger shit tastes like raspberry ripple ice cream.
The next day I went off into the woods, hunting down animal droppings and licking them. I tried all sorts, small nugget ones, long sausage ones, funny little pancake ones, a real myriad of shite. When I got back to the lodge I told him what I'd been up to, but none of them tasted like ice cream so I guess there weren't any badgers living nearby.
He gave me a funny look which I interpreted as 'city boy don't know shit', but later laying in bed it dawned on me that he'd pulled a brilliant gag.
Utter cunt and I love him for it.
( , Thu 12 Jan 2012, 13:08, 2 replies)
IF this is true....
I'm surprised you can breathe without constant retraining.
However, I suspect it's just a pile of crap.
( , Fri 13 Jan 2012, 14:00, closed)
I'm surprised you can breathe without constant retraining.
However, I suspect it's just a pile of crap.
( , Fri 13 Jan 2012, 14:00, closed)
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