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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Ah, back in the mists of time, in glorious Romford...
I'd been convinced by a housemate to go for the weekend, promised a couple of days of heavy drinking. So off I went, with a nice bag of amphetamines in my pocket.
This was probably my first experience of Essex in all its glory, so I decided to take a large dose of the powder to amuse myself.
I then found myself talking a million words a minute to a group of lads, one of which made some comment regarding maps. Quick as a speed-fuelled flash, I interrupted with a load of bollocks about how maps are a conspiracy and nobody can actually prove countries are where they tell us they are - my example was Russia. Over the next hour or so (probably felt like a day to the poor bloke), I'd convinced him that Russia was adjoined to Ireland, and left with my mate for another pub.
Fast forward to Sunday lunchtime, and a group of us are in a quiet pub, sipping pints to kill the hangovers, and this poor bloke comes in, doesn't see me and starts talking to my mate about how his head was fucked up by the guy he was with (me) on Friday. At this point I lean forward so he could see me, he let out a whimper and ran out of the pub (actually, he didn't - he called me a cunt, then asked if I had any speed left).
Shortly after this, my mate did a shit in some random fellow's newspaper so he'd find it when he came out of the loo and opened it up - the look on his face was priceless (now THAT'S a truly awesome headfuck)
( , Thu 12 Jan 2012, 14:11, 1 reply)
I'd been convinced by a housemate to go for the weekend, promised a couple of days of heavy drinking. So off I went, with a nice bag of amphetamines in my pocket.
This was probably my first experience of Essex in all its glory, so I decided to take a large dose of the powder to amuse myself.
I then found myself talking a million words a minute to a group of lads, one of which made some comment regarding maps. Quick as a speed-fuelled flash, I interrupted with a load of bollocks about how maps are a conspiracy and nobody can actually prove countries are where they tell us they are - my example was Russia. Over the next hour or so (probably felt like a day to the poor bloke), I'd convinced him that Russia was adjoined to Ireland, and left with my mate for another pub.
Fast forward to Sunday lunchtime, and a group of us are in a quiet pub, sipping pints to kill the hangovers, and this poor bloke comes in, doesn't see me and starts talking to my mate about how his head was fucked up by the guy he was with (me) on Friday. At this point I lean forward so he could see me, he let out a whimper and ran out of the pub (actually, he didn't - he called me a cunt, then asked if I had any speed left).
Shortly after this, my mate did a shit in some random fellow's newspaper so he'd find it when he came out of the loo and opened it up - the look on his face was priceless (now THAT'S a truly awesome headfuck)
( , Thu 12 Jan 2012, 14:11, 1 reply)
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