Many years ago we’ve had a yearly event by the name of “Weltspartag”. On this certain day all kids went with their parents to a bank to deposit their savings (piggybank) on a savings book. For this they collected some trinkets handed out by the bank.
Once, I “accidentally” dropped such a torpedo when I was waiting in line in front of the cashier.
The ladies couldn’t hold back a shocked scream. Man! THAT was funny!!
And that was probably the beginning of you becoming a outlaw.
Because there were no sanctions that day look at you now,
You travel to neighboring countries and think you can drive and park anywhere you please.
We upped the ante one night. The bartender was in the back room, a lookout kept me safe. I took one of those sulfur vials ( they are at the Halloween stores ) and put it under the toilet seat in the women’s room. The bartender went in a couple of minutes later. The whole place was rollin’.
Found an old box up in the rafters full of Auto Trix Car Bombs. Remember them, you hooked the wires to the + ignition coil & grounded the other, when the car is started it would smoke & whistle & raise all kinds of hell. These things have been hidden for at least 30 yrs. Now who’s car am I going to test them on?
PS I forgot to mention the toilet seat gag. The guy running the parts department
at a Millwright service, I worked for was such a compulsive that if his desk Drawer
ajar, he would pitch a hissy fit. Naturally, I fucked with him. I would open it
a crack every morning. One day, I decided to up my game a bit. I took an
ammonium sulfide stink bomb taped to the back of the drawer slide. Dude
comes to work and slams the drawer closed. The office was just large enough
to fit two desks and a few file cabinets.
The dumb fuck ran to a bathroom and grabbed a can of air freshener. BAD MOVE!
It made it worse. Those glass vialed stink bombs are a hoot. I once used one
in a coctail lounge at a bowling alley because the Regge band they hired
offended my ears. The lounge emptied out and one old lady playing league
said “look at that, they’re so bad they’re driving people out!” It was hard to
keep a straight face when she said that!
Ironic seeing this post!
Was just talking to fellow (escaped), long time factory slave. I know his prior site was a pretty toxic atmosphere… He commented on a regular stunt there, which I had not heard prior! Gosh, just when I thought I knew all the dirty tricks!?
It IS the condiment package under the toilet seat, however, those assholes were placing the hottest hotsauce they could get at.
Some pointed INto the toilet, on the chance to burn someones dangling bits. Others went for the sure hit, pointed fwd outside, going for exposed calves, back of knee, ankles in the pant leg…
Such nice coworkers!
Anyhoooo… Party ON!
~J
Many years ago we’ve had a yearly event by the name of “Weltspartag”. On this certain day all kids went with their parents to a bank to deposit their savings (piggybank) on a savings book. For this they collected some trinkets handed out by the bank.
Once, I “accidentally” dropped such a torpedo when I was waiting in line in front of the cashier.
The ladies couldn’t hold back a shocked scream. Man! THAT was funny!!
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And that was probably the beginning of you becoming a outlaw.
Because there were no sanctions that day look at you now,
You travel to neighboring countries and think you can drive and park anywhere you please.
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True. And just think of what a bad example I am for my innocent children!
Maybe they’ll run a red light when they’re grown up. Makes me shudder.
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If you are not doing a Felony a day and at least a misdemeanor of sabotage against the machine, you are not doing it right UnFucked.
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Yay! Everybody listen to his words!
What a pity you’re not a girl, Cederq.
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I would make a terrible girl, I don’t take shit and my legs are not slim enough… beside I am ugly as sin…
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Yuh. You must be a terrible mess.
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I bought some of these for the grandkids – they had fun throwing Pop-Its at each other’s feet
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What devilry is this??? Can you still buy them…?
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At 65 I still play with them. They fly great from a soda straw.
Also, try putting Pop Rocks in the cats litterbox.
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You will never get your cat to poop in the litterbox again, Fred – not a wise move…
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Since pop rocks make a wonderful concussion cap, they are a GREAT initiator. Blasting caps on the cheap.
Think contact grenade…
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Think of getting down in a hurry and having such a grenade between you and some rocky ground…
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Pop rocks under the toilet seat? Pure evil Phil, pure evil.
I like it.
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Better yet use pop rocks in place of kitty litter!
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We upped the ante one night. The bartender was in the back room, a lookout kept me safe. I took one of those sulfur vials ( they are at the Halloween stores ) and put it under the toilet seat in the women’s room. The bartender went in a couple of minutes later. The whole place was rollin’.
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I never understood those things. If I want something to pop, I use M-80s!
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Better yet, at least a half stick of DYNOMITE!
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Found an old box up in the rafters full of Auto Trix Car Bombs. Remember them, you hooked the wires to the + ignition coil & grounded the other, when the car is started it would smoke & whistle & raise all kinds of hell. These things have been hidden for at least 30 yrs. Now who’s car am I going to test them on?
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PS I forgot to mention the toilet seat gag. The guy running the parts department
at a Millwright service, I worked for was such a compulsive that if his desk Drawer
ajar, he would pitch a hissy fit. Naturally, I fucked with him. I would open it
a crack every morning. One day, I decided to up my game a bit. I took an
ammonium sulfide stink bomb taped to the back of the drawer slide. Dude
comes to work and slams the drawer closed. The office was just large enough
to fit two desks and a few file cabinets.
The dumb fuck ran to a bathroom and grabbed a can of air freshener. BAD MOVE!
It made it worse. Those glass vialed stink bombs are a hoot. I once used one
in a coctail lounge at a bowling alley because the Regge band they hired
offended my ears. The lounge emptied out and one old lady playing league
said “look at that, they’re so bad they’re driving people out!” It was hard to
keep a straight face when she said that!
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replace pop it with fast food catsup packet
point the slightly ripped end toward middle.
several former co-workers thought they were bleeding
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Ironic seeing this post!
Was just talking to fellow (escaped), long time factory slave. I know his prior site was a pretty toxic atmosphere… He commented on a regular stunt there, which I had not heard prior! Gosh, just when I thought I knew all the dirty tricks!?
It IS the condiment package under the toilet seat, however, those assholes were placing the hottest hotsauce they could get at.
Some pointed INto the toilet, on the chance to burn someones dangling bits. Others went for the sure hit, pointed fwd outside, going for exposed calves, back of knee, ankles in the pant leg…
Such nice coworkers!
Anyhoooo… Party ON!
~J
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