Back in the day
I lived with a bunch of guys in Camden. We were uber-geeks, we'd built a set of four desks along one wall of the living room each with its own corresponding LAN gaming station. The little brother of one of my housemates, affectionately known as "Runt", would often hang out or stay over in this room. He was a little bastard, and you never left your computer logged on or your mobile phone lying around if there was the possibility that Runt would be there.

A common trick of his would be to reset the default language, so that Windows was in Swedish and all your phone menus were Portugese, but his piece de restistance was getting hold of my housemate's phone and setting every name in his phone book to "Wanker". For weeks he had no idea who was calling him and spent ages resaving the correct names against their numbers, until he got drunk one night and left his phone in the living room. So Runt, being the cheerful sod he is, did it again.
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Tue 4 Aug 2009, 10:35, 2 replies)

I'm sorry but
I would have bludgeoned the wee shite to death with his gameboy.
(berk, Tue 4 Aug 2009, 15:47, closed)

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I like tha way tha Runt thinks. He surely went places.
( Sextant goes to him is emotionally erect, on this day, Wed 5 Aug 2009, 12:18, closed)