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)
« Go Back
Mindtricks
My mother once played a trick on me when I was little, that left me completely horrified. For reasons I don't remember we had a chicken. Just one chicken, which I think she'd taken in as some sort of chicken refugee. Anyhow one day I woke up and was told solemnly that this chicken had died in the night. I wasn't that upset and trotted off to school.
That night however there was chicken for dinner. My mother, completely straightfaced leaned over and told me that the chicken I was eating was our chicken. I looked at her horrified and completely unbelieving. She pointed at a wriggly tendon like bit and told me that it was a worm.
The bastard hadn't cooked the chicken of course, it had been buried, and it was the source of substantial laughter on my parents part that I had believed them.
( , Mon 16 Jan 2012, 12:37, Reply)
My mother once played a trick on me when I was little, that left me completely horrified. For reasons I don't remember we had a chicken. Just one chicken, which I think she'd taken in as some sort of chicken refugee. Anyhow one day I woke up and was told solemnly that this chicken had died in the night. I wasn't that upset and trotted off to school.
That night however there was chicken for dinner. My mother, completely straightfaced leaned over and told me that the chicken I was eating was our chicken. I looked at her horrified and completely unbelieving. She pointed at a wriggly tendon like bit and told me that it was a worm.
The bastard hadn't cooked the chicken of course, it had been buried, and it was the source of substantial laughter on my parents part that I had believed them.
( , Mon 16 Jan 2012, 12:37, Reply)
« Go Back