Apologies for the post attack, the mind is just wandering, made me think about something I did about 4 years ago. As part of my university degree I had to do a year in industry, as did all my uni mates. One of my mates is a squeaky little cockney lad called Tim who is the easiest person to wind up in the world. (We once moved the entire contents of his bedroom into the kitchen at 3am, knowing full well he'd be returning half an hour later with a girl, and laid them out neatly in the garden, alarm clock an' all...)
Anyway, back on subject, we were doing random things between the lot of us to wind each other up. One week someone would make prank phone calls to another's place of work, phone in sick for other people randomly, that sort of thing. Your basic game of oneupmanship.
Then I overstepped the mark. Not content with prank phone calls I shaved of my pubic thatch, popped it in an envelope and sent it to Tim's office. Apparently it fell out onto his desk like a piece of tumbleweed and he nearly got the sack.
That is sadly very true and the anger in his voice afterwards will keep me laughing until the day I die.
Anyway, back on subject, we were doing random things between the lot of us to wind each other up. One week someone would make prank phone calls to another's place of work, phone in sick for other people randomly, that sort of thing. Your basic game of oneupmanship.
Then I overstepped the mark. Not content with prank phone calls I shaved of my pubic thatch, popped it in an envelope and sent it to Tim's office. Apparently it fell out onto his desk like a piece of tumbleweed and he nearly got the sack.
That is sadly very true and the anger in his voice afterwards will keep me laughing until the day I die.