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After posting on another thread about putting tobasco sauce on the toilet door handle I got to thinking
What is your best party trick or the best you have seen
For me it was putting one part of a chemical fire extinguisher product in the top and the other in the bowl , when the toilet was flushed the two reacted, mil not impressed, was at sil 21st
Rgds
Rubbing graphite powder into a black toilet seat
Final day of High school a bunch of us got some explosive touch paste from the chem teacher (really great bloke) and painted it onto the flush buttons of all the toilets in the school!!!:D
Taping open cans of baby powder to ceiling fans.
I found some brown clay at work one day.
Rolled it up to look like a piece of poo.
Stuck a bit of oil on it to give it a nice sheen.
Sat it on a bed of toilet paper.
It looked like the real thing
When the boss went to lunch I picked the lock of his desk drawer and put the psuedo poo in it.
There was a lot of noise in the office after lunch.
He never found out who did it. :D
I was a bad, bad girl at school one day. Had to sit next to this prissy, snotty, snobby thing. She ended up walking around school with a seat-sized dried Clag glue shape on her dark green school skirt. Still not friends to this day and don't miss it one bit :D
My brother still wants to pay me back for the life-sized cardboard Police Gentleman I put in his honeymoon suite bathroom. He pulled back the shower curtain and freaked:D
My brother's wife has paid me back for the vegemite under the car door handles :D won't be doing that one again:cool:
cheers
Wendy
wendy, that vegemite one is gold.....how did she pay you back?
Chokito in the swimming pool...:eek:
Sand in the vaseline on wedding nights used to be a popular one......
All fans turned off ready of Barrack Inspection:mad: :mad:
When room is empty-- the guys have gone to the Mess of breakfast-:p
lace fan rotors with shaving cream, pour baby powder,priclkey heat powder, or what ever betweem the "shaving foam" walls.
WAIT:D :D :D
just before OC does his inspection, race past their room, hand in door,
start fan and bugger off quick smart :p :p
The fan will do a few revolutions before the powder "breaks" it's way past the shaving foam:eek: :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek:
"SNOW time" and there is no time to clean up before the boss get's there:mad: :mad: :mad:
I had it done to me in Singapore and passed the "favour" on as well:) :D :D
Going back a few years when trade unions were amalgamating an organiser from a left wing union did the same thing to a car belonging to a right wing union rival...only it wasn't vegemite. :eek: I'm the only person who knows who did it (it wasn't me btw) apart from the guilty partyand if the victim ever found out there would be a messy homicide somewhere in Tasmania. The perpetrator is now a member of parliament. :rolleyes: Fitting really.Quote:
Originally Posted by ss_11000
Cheers
Cling film stretched tight across the top of the toilet bowl produces interesting results.
It works best on express trains. The motion of the train means that blokes have to concentrate hard to stay in one place while aiming. This means they spend less time inspecting the receptacle so they tend not to notice the cling film - until the result of the aiming process proves to be an unexpected deflection ....
When a bloke goes to the dunny (urinal) Wait for him to start and then walk up behind him and pee between his legs.
If he turns around, he gets peed on.
It is a really freaky feeling.
P.S. you really really need to know the bloke very very well.
Don't do it to anyone that is a punchy drunk. :D
NOT one of mine (unfortunately)
Crummy P.S. boss turns up to Xmas party late, pinches unopened bottle of Scotch & P.o.Q.
This is sighted by slightly inebriated office smart boy, who collects all the prawn heads & shells, breaks into boss's office & put shells etc in ceiling light shade & turns on the light, then locks the door. Everyone is away over Xmas & New Year.
When they came back from Holls, the boss's office was being completely stripped, paint, carpet, furniture etc. No one ever found out who did it :D
:DQuote:
Originally Posted by ss_11000
:cool: Don't worry, she got me back good, REAL good. Let's just say I'm still finding confetti all over the house and it's been over 2 years since the wedding - I even found some up through the Manhole!!!! We had a bbq the day after we got married and when we finally got to bed, we found out why there wasn't any cutlery to wash, it was in our bed - UNWASHED!!!!
I told you she got me good:cool:
cheers
Wendy
...Some posts you can't reply to without being very, very careful! I'm off to nurse a rib or two.:D:D:DQuote:
Originally Posted by rufflyrustic
Get some of those little canned oysters. Stick a couple up your nose and head off to a party. Sidle up to a good looking girl and engage her in conversation. Half way through the convo whip out your hanky, blow the oysters into the hanky....and then proceed to eat them.
KIWI..That is absolutely gross. You've been out among the rocks alone too long mate. :eek: :D
yep, she did.......Quote:
Originally Posted by rufflyrustic
Pitch black night, pour lighter fluid on boots, put boots on, light and run as fast as you can.............looks freaky from a distance, two dancing flames flying across the night.
I saw that movie too 'stork' wasn't itQuote:
Originally Posted by kiwigeo
A bit like the dance of the flaming a-holes, Saw it performed in bugis st singapore early one morning by some pommie ratings.Quote:
Originally Posted by E. maculata
Breathing fire:
Take a big swig of kero (it tastes foul though) and blow/spray it over a naked flame. Produces a very impressive flame 1M+ long which is also very hot! The first time I tried this it startled me and I knocked over the glass of kero over the table cloth which then caught on fire because I also knocked over the candle I was using as the ignition source.:o I've done it a few times now and the taste is pretty bad and takes hours to get rid of. I've tried it with alcohol and haven't gotten it to work, even with Stroh OP rum (80% alcohol, that's % not proof!).
Flaming Lambourghini:
Take shot glass of Sambucca, place hand over and shake glass well, ignite and then place hand over sealing it off. The flame consumes the oxygen so it self extinguishes and the glass sucks itself onto your palm. Down the sambucca in one gulp and place hand over glass again. Slip a straw through your fingers and "drink" the fumes out of the glass (very hard to do without choking and spluttering). Repeat as neccesary until desired state of inebriation is reached (or passed;) )
Alternative method: Take mouthful of sambucca and swirl around your mouth in order to release fumes. Tilt head back and ignite (best done in darkened room for effect) when (or preferably before) it gets too hot swallow. Repeat as required or mouth is burnt.:eek:
Mick
"Flaming Lambourghini" Hmmm sounds familiar we got one down here called "The Statue of Liberty" shot glass of sambuca's you dip your index finger in and then you raise your finger high in the air just as a friend light's your finger... you must skull and then extinguish your finger with your mouth before it gets burnt, its a great party game!
A couple of tea-spoons of alum in the sugar dispenser of the office cafe bar...
I seriously don't recommend throwing a pound of raw chops down the inake duct of ducted air-conditioning.
And of course there's always the spud up the exhaust-pipe.
Kiwi: That is beyond horrible :D :D
i thought it was cool.....:cool:Quote:
Originally Posted by Auld Bassoon
Dunno...I never saw that movie. I picked it up from a Kiwi farmer mateQuote:
Originally Posted by julianx
I worked on a building project on an island years ago and the company I was working for had gone badly over time and budget. They sacked the supervisor and bought in a troubleshooter/hatchet man who gave the whole crew a really hard time for months until he worked out who the slackers were and got rid of them. It was extremely unpleasant for a while there and I was starting to dread going to work everyday.Quote:
Originally Posted by Skew ChiDAMN!!
My cousin, whom I shared a house with and who also worked on the same job, and myself hatched a plan. We had seen this guy's company ute outside the motel where he was staying and decided we'd do the spud up the exhaust trick. we figured this would make him miss the ferry across so we wouldn't see him for another two hours. We drove to his motel and parked around the corner and took a walk. He had the spud and I had a bit of ceiling batten up my sleeve. We nonchalantly wandered up to the ute, he pushed the spud into the exhaust and I rammed it up as far as it would go with the batten.;)
Next morning he was on board same time as usual.:( We had a surreptitious look a few days later and the spud was still there but we noticed the exhaust was broken in front of the axle.:rolleyes: By about that time though he'd figured out that we were good workers and not part of the problem and we were getting on alright.:) Never told him about the spud though:p
Mick
Worked with a bloke I did not get on with as a trainee, he had an old VeeDub that you couldn't lock the engine cover on .
Every morning I would arrive on the bike stop and with a large soft lead pencil ( they use to issue these to mark pvc prior to welding) would run a thick line down each spark plug .
And every afternoon he had to push start it as the battery wasn't strong enough to crack the carbon off , the thing would turn over but never start, he never did work out why this was the only place it wouldn't start.
creeper grease on the under side of door handles is a nice thing to do:D :D :cool: (not the round ones)
i did this on the flam store in the navy on my last set of rounds early one sat morning. ha ha ha ha . bloody horrible stuff
:) My youngest bro's first car was an XY he decked out as a GT-HO lookalike, but with more modern running gear. Dual stainless-steel exhausts, very lumpy cam, etc., etc. With the compression on the beast my other bro and I thought we'd try two spuds up each exhaust... not a good idea.Quote:
Originally Posted by journeyman Mick
If the young 'un had found out who blew the crap out of his nice, new, expensive mufflers he'd have been the eldest (surviving) child. :D
When I was an apprentice our supervisor used to creep up behind us when we were soldering and flick us on the ear, result was shoving soldering iron into finger, payback time.
He had a new Holden Brougham (equivalant of todays Senator I suppose) and we rigged up one of those huge penny bungers behind his hubcap with a gas lighter element attached to the fuse, connected all to the ignition circuit so when he finished for the day we would get to see his hubcap fly off.
Bloody thing worked alright, blew a bloody hole in the hubcap and we got to pay for a new one:mad:
We got paid under $20 a week then and I think the new hubcap was just shy of $10.
Same place we had a storeman who was as thick as two short planks, we would get a couple of caps and charge them, go to the store and drop a box of caps on the floor and put these amongst them, he would bristle over, tell us to bugger off and pick them all up, zap:D
Worked every time.
We had a paininabum Pommy tiler in our workshop in the North west. He rode his bike to work everyday and would proclaim loudly all the bloody time that we were nought but colonial scum etc. Even though this twat only had to ride his grid about 2kms from the single mens to work he would deck himself out in all the clobber and called himself (loudly of course) a "Cyclist". Mate and I got sick of him so one morning, as soon as he went out on the job we tied a lump of line to the cross bar of his treadly and hauled it up into the top of the workshop, about 25feet. He knocked off work, went to hop on his bike and couldn't find it anywhere..... he promptly called the coppers! The boys in blue turned up next day and the whereabouts of said purloined pcycle were disclosed to the officers. They told the owner of said purloined pcycle that "investigations were continuing"..... It took that moaning mongrel nearly three weeks to find his bike and it was only about 12 feet or so above his bloody head!
Disclaimer: this bloke just happened to be a Pom, if he had been from anywhere else in the entire bloody universe he would still have been a whinging, moaning, ignorant,arrogant wanker....
Thanks Christopha, that reminded me of an incident a few years back, sitting in the centre of Victoria Parade with a few friends after leaving a restaurant saw a young bloke with his treadly walking with his girlfriend, he spotted a telstra post, those metal things about 8" across that stick out of the ground about a metre high.
He leans his treadly up against this and proceeds to wrap a chain around it about 4 times and padlocks it and dissapears into a nearby coffee shop.
This was too much for me, I went over and lifted the whole thing off the little pole, walked it around the corner and dropped it over another one.
This was about 1am and about 10 minutes later said cretin emerges from coffee shop and shrieks in absolute terror, his pride and joy is gone, he runs around in circles for a few minutes then goes around the corner and there it is, he goes to his precious machine, checks the chain and the padlock, all intact and he is absolutely bewildered, meanwhile, four of us in the middle of the nature strip are rolling around p issing ourselves, it was just so hilarious, he heard and saw us, threw his head in the air and strolled off.
Probably an engineering student.
Geez mate! I reckon that your average engineering student can probably figure out that a post ain't all that secure. You don't happen to be a bitter technician do you? :pQuote:
Originally Posted by Iain
No, but didn't go to LaTrobe Uni either:rolleyes:Quote:
Originally Posted by CameronPotter
hmmmm, similar.... many years ago I was parked in Strathalbyn SA opposite a deli. Outside of the deli was a phone box and a letter box. Young bloke pulls up in his Mini Moke, jumps out and heads in to the shop. Out of a Valiant jump 4 or 5 blokes, pick the Moke up and put it on the footpath. BETWEEN the letter box and the phone box. There was about 6" to spare either end! The dastardly gang then raced back to their car and hid. The bemused look on the owners face was amazing, he was stunned, he peered all up and down the street and the only people he could see were me and my girlfriend and I just kept shaking my head at him. I stayed for some time and watched as I was laughing too much to drive!
It that my insides? Is that my spleen? Christ I've just laughed my guts out.Quote:
Originally Posted by Iain
When I was in Venturers (Senior Scouts) we had a scout olympics at Cecil Plains in QLD. There was this really pompous venturer from brisbane that had driven out in his mini. That night when he was asleep 8 of us lifted his mini up onto the semitrailer that was the presentation stage. The Next mornig all we heard was "Where the F### is my car", followed by "You F##cking Bastrads":D:D