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Well, I shared a flat with an ex-boyfriend and his brother. The brother was a complete nightmare, stealing my food, going through my private stuff, refusing to do any cleaning and generally being really really obnoxious.
He had a bottle of Ribena which he was absurdly possessive about (you can see what's coming, can't you?) so one day before he got home from work I decanted some freshly produced urine into the bottle of Ribena (I was also on the blob at the time) and then watched him make a drink with his precious Ribena.
He had a bottle of Ribena which he was absurdly possessive about (you can see what's coming, can't you?) so one day before he got home from work I decanted some freshly produced urine into the bottle of Ribena (I was also on the blob at the time) and then watched him make a drink with his precious Ribena.
I used my sister's Barbie dolls as crash test dummies, strapped to the bull bar of my Tamiya Midnight Pumpkin remote controlled truck.
I melted her My Little Ponies together in a big saucepan.
I spent all day with my best friend hunting her with a BB gun, as she had buried my new A-Team van in the sand on the beach, and it was lost when the tide came in.
She is 18 months younger than me. We are now literally best of friends, and I love her to bits.
>> Edited by Harry Flashman on Wednesday 22 December 10:46
I melted her My Little Ponies together in a big saucepan.
I spent all day with my best friend hunting her with a BB gun, as she had buried my new A-Team van in the sand on the beach, and it was lost when the tide came in.
She is 18 months younger than me. We are now literally best of friends, and I love her to bits.
>> Edited by Harry Flashman on Wednesday 22 December 10:46
I was always the on the receiving end of things my brother did to me - on one occasion, he and his mate held me down, and shoved a really really smelly shoe on my nose and held it there, until i was sick!!
I did get my revenge a few days later, he was trying to get into my room, so i was holding it from behind and he put his fingers over the top of the door, so i just really pushed hard, trapping his fingers in the top - he ended up with a trip the the hospital and 2 broken fingers!! Serves him right!!
Don't get mad get even!!!
Jane x
I did get my revenge a few days later, he was trying to get into my room, so i was holding it from behind and he put his fingers over the top of the door, so i just really pushed hard, trapping his fingers in the top - he ended up with a trip the the hospital and 2 broken fingers!! Serves him right!!
Don't get mad get even!!!
Jane x
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I decanted some freshly produced urine into the bottle of Ribena (I was also on the blob at the time)
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you minger!!!! 
I have 2 brothers. The worse that we did was tie my youngest brother up and hang him from a very high branch. He was about 15 feet off the ground hanging upside down and our knots were a bit dodgy - if he wriggled he would land on his head as his hands were tied up too.
It wouldn't have been so bad if he didn't suffer from vertigo & wet himself as we left him up there for 3 hours until mum came back.
He has never forgiven us.
It wouldn't have been so bad if he didn't suffer from vertigo & wet himself as we left him up there for 3 hours until mum came back.
He has never forgiven us.
k someone up for life.
A friend of mine shot his brother with a bow and arrow while he was trying to effect his escape after dishing out a particularly vicious wedgie and the arrow got lodged in his back. Nothing vital got hit but it stopped him playing rugby for a few weeks.....bloody fairy.
The other involved a mate locking himself in the bathroom and his brother trying to gain entry through the door with a hatchet and a 8" combat knife. His brother looked through the key hole so he squirted the first thing to hand through it....which just happened to be Toilet duck.
One of the rugby lads climbed the side of the next door hall of residence at uni, hopped in through the second floor kitchen window and crapped in the kettle (the kind that you mostly fill thorugh the spout but have a lid) in retaliation for a urine bomb (bucket containing the offending liquid with a sizable firecracker in a poly bag dropped into it) being set off in our foyer. We also pinched their cold Stella to enjoy while thinking of their post drinking session tea making.
The other involved a mate locking himself in the bathroom and his brother trying to gain entry through the door with a hatchet and a 8" combat knife. His brother looked through the key hole so he squirted the first thing to hand through it....which just happened to be Toilet duck.
One of the rugby lads climbed the side of the next door hall of residence at uni, hopped in through the second floor kitchen window and crapped in the kettle (the kind that you mostly fill thorugh the spout but have a lid) in retaliation for a urine bomb (bucket containing the offending liquid with a sizable firecracker in a poly bag dropped into it) being set off in our foyer. We also pinched their cold Stella to enjoy while thinking of their post drinking session tea making.
5 of us rented a house as students, 2 being vegetarian and 1 vegan.
Myself and Mrs Space-to-be were the filthy heathen meat-eaters and the others were classic stereotypical lentillists, they even had posters of The Levellers on their bedroom walls and VW Campers.
The vegan in particular had an arrogance about them that I really didn't like and was basically a lazy bar-steward.
They were seriously anal about cross-contamination of neat & non-meat products and we often had separate bbq's or ended up cooking 5 separate meals at dinner times, using utensils kept in separate drawers, cupboards etc.
I used to take great pleasure in waiting until they'd popped off to college then making a bacon/sausage sandwich with their frying pan/grill tray, cutting it on their chopping board with their knife and eating it off their plate, washed down with a cup of Bovril in their favourite mug.
I'd then wash everything up and put it back in their cupboard so they were none the wiser and chuckle to myself every time they made some sh!tty remark about being a meat-eater.
There were also the odd occasions where we'd have a house meal together and I might make a lasagne using soya mince, which I didn't mind.
Little did they know that, despite us having both veggie and non-veggie Worcester sauces (the original contains anchovies), my tomato sauce was always made with the real McCoy.
I made a cheesecake-type dessert another time from a recipe I found that required gelatin. On this particular occasion I actually made the effort to buy veggie gelatin to my housemates' delight, but it didn't work. So...I popped out, bought some non-veggie stuff and it worked a treat.
Both the lasagne and the dessert were wolfed down!
It's amazing how something so silly (and childish) still makes me smile.
>> Edited by SpaceCowboy on Wednesday 22 December 11:47
Myself and Mrs Space-to-be were the filthy heathen meat-eaters and the others were classic stereotypical lentillists, they even had posters of The Levellers on their bedroom walls and VW Campers.
The vegan in particular had an arrogance about them that I really didn't like and was basically a lazy bar-steward.
They were seriously anal about cross-contamination of neat & non-meat products and we often had separate bbq's or ended up cooking 5 separate meals at dinner times, using utensils kept in separate drawers, cupboards etc.
I used to take great pleasure in waiting until they'd popped off to college then making a bacon/sausage sandwich with their frying pan/grill tray, cutting it on their chopping board with their knife and eating it off their plate, washed down with a cup of Bovril in their favourite mug.
I'd then wash everything up and put it back in their cupboard so they were none the wiser and chuckle to myself every time they made some sh!tty remark about being a meat-eater.
There were also the odd occasions where we'd have a house meal together and I might make a lasagne using soya mince, which I didn't mind.
Little did they know that, despite us having both veggie and non-veggie Worcester sauces (the original contains anchovies), my tomato sauce was always made with the real McCoy.
I made a cheesecake-type dessert another time from a recipe I found that required gelatin. On this particular occasion I actually made the effort to buy veggie gelatin to my housemates' delight, but it didn't work. So...I popped out, bought some non-veggie stuff and it worked a treat.
Both the lasagne and the dessert were wolfed down!
It's amazing how something so silly (and childish) still makes me smile.
>> Edited by SpaceCowboy on Wednesday 22 December 11:47
On holiday with the lads in Crete years ago, one of them was being a complete to55er! So one night when he was drunk and lying on top of his bed we poured water all over him and stuck a chocolate bar down the back of his shorts!
His face the next morning was class. EDITED TO ADD THE CHOCOLATE MELTED AND HE THOUGHT HE HAD DONE SOMETHING ELSE!!!
On another holiday I went on with my mate, we had a system that whoever scored that night would get the key to the room and the other had to sleep wherever.
Anyway I scored and promptly set back to the hotel. Unbeknown to me, my mate realised this and ran back to the hotel and got there before me. He then told the manger that I had the key and would he let him into the room, which the manager did.
I arrived back at the hotel, and went into the room with the girl I had picked up. Just as things where getting interesting my mate jumped out of the wardrobe naked asking if there was any chance of a 3 some. Obviously she went berserk and stormed out thus buggering up my holiday score.
>> Edited by The GMan on Wednesday 22 December 12:12
His face the next morning was class. EDITED TO ADD THE CHOCOLATE MELTED AND HE THOUGHT HE HAD DONE SOMETHING ELSE!!!
On another holiday I went on with my mate, we had a system that whoever scored that night would get the key to the room and the other had to sleep wherever.
Anyway I scored and promptly set back to the hotel. Unbeknown to me, my mate realised this and ran back to the hotel and got there before me. He then told the manger that I had the key and would he let him into the room, which the manager did.
I arrived back at the hotel, and went into the room with the girl I had picked up. Just as things where getting interesting my mate jumped out of the wardrobe naked asking if there was any chance of a 3 some. Obviously she went berserk and stormed out thus buggering up my holiday score.
>> Edited by The GMan on Wednesday 22 December 12:12
The GMan said:
I arrived back at the hotel, and went into the room with the girl I had picked up. Just as things where getting interesting my mate jumped out of the wardrobe naked asking if there was any chance of a 3 some. Obviously she went berserk and stormed out thus buggering up my holiday score.
Class..
this is really silly but when i was at uni in coventry we were staying in halls of residence and there was this guy who treated his knife, fork, spoon, bowl and palte as sacred. the thing was he always washed them straight after hs dinner and then left them to dry on the draiing board.
obviously we would always use them and then leave them unclean. it drove him mad each time we did it but he could never prove who did it and we would always blame some other guy from down the corridor. you cannot imagine how annoyed he was but it was really funny. the more it happened the more annoyed he became. he was a really nice guy but brought it on himself.
he became our hero for having a tv with no license and then arguing with the detector van people!
obviously we would always use them and then leave them unclean. it drove him mad each time we did it but he could never prove who did it and we would always blame some other guy from down the corridor. you cannot imagine how annoyed he was but it was really funny. the more it happened the more annoyed he became. he was a really nice guy but brought it on himself.
he became our hero for having a tv with no license and then arguing with the detector van people!
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