Oh, I must of missed when you asked for it.Solilo... where's my truth?
My personality is rather passive, so to directly blame a fart on another would immediately raise suspicion due to the way it goes against my general character. Rather, I prefer to let my anonymous farts be discussed at length by the others in the proximity, hoping that my exclusion from the conversation keeps others from thinking to place the blame on me.Truth!
Soliloquy...Have you ever blamed a fart on another person?
Who in your life causes you the most stress?Truth!
That kid sounds like my friend's son. He was always very violent and angry. It didn't help that at 6 he was like a 9 year old so it was hard to control him. It finally got so bad that he was ripping cabinet doors of the hinges and throwing chairs stuff like that. He hit his mom with something I cant remember what it was but she needed stitches. That finally got her to see that she was unable to manage it by herself and had to get psychological services involved. He's ok now not as violent but he still makes me very nervous.Hmmmm... probably my 7-year-old cousin. I don't see him much, but the amount of stress I feel when I DO come into contact with him is way past the amount of stress my immediate family causes me.
His dad was a dickhole, and the kid inherited his constant anger and aggression. He causes his mother all kinds of grief and acts like a little thug. It's not just typical rowdy little boy behavior. I'm really scared he's going to get into a lot of trouble when he gets older, although I really really hope not. It just scares me because his mom has gone through enough shit already without having a delinquent for a son.
Second would be my little brother, who never does his goddamned dishes.
Oh, I must of missed when you asked for it.Solilo... where's my truth?
Bring it on Huggylins! Truth! (I'd do a dare but I'm sitting in class so that might make it difficult to accomplish...)Truth or dare Espy?
lol, nope. Although to be honest I avoid holding the due to my innate clumsiness.Espy, have you ever dropped a baby?
Only for 24 hours. I just wanted to see him squirm. Or maybe his head might explode like that dude in Scanners.Yep Joe you have effectively rendered him boring. Well done.
Awesome! Sounds like something out of a movie.Hmmm, that's a tough one. Looking back now most of the insidious stuff doesn't really seem prankish anymore, just plain cruel and unlawful. So I'm going to have go with the prank I most remember. It was back in my university days, Bill Clinton was still a podunk governor, Bill Gates was only a millionaire and Michelle Pfeiffer ruled the movieplexes. The dormitory I was living in was uniquely segmented into groups of 4 double rooms to a bathroom, called octads for men and octettes for girls. Each floor had two sets of octads and octettes and they were combined into a pairing by the staircase they shared. This created a bond between the octad and octette, often as playful rivalry and often romantic in nature. It also created some heated rivalries between other floors and staircases. My octad was seem as sort of the alpha octad, in my opinion quite justly, but also because we were the octad that everyone had to walk by when going up the stairs to their rooms. This often lead to friction and tension, and a slow war of pranks with an octad from the other staircase.
Now this prank war was minor for the most part, garbage can of water leaned against the door, meant envelope of shaving cream under the door, leading to stealing of showerheads to bolting washroom doors shut and so force. Really minor pranks, one or two got out of line, but all in all decent juvenile fun.
Until the insult. One of them insulted a girl from the octette to our octad, Normally an insult resulted in an upgrade of pranking, but in this case, they said something over the line.
So on the morning when everyone's parents were invited to visit, meet with their children and learn more about the university as a whole, the octad of the person who insulted our girl; found that their octad had a fresh layer of sod covering their carpeted floors, a white picket fence surrounding the entire octad and a cow with a name tag reading "Marks Girlfriend" munching on a bale of hay.