The "after I moved out" bit unfortunately puts paid to that.
A bit of petty vandalism mightn't go amiss. :)
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Tak a crap on the bed?
Someone I know had a row with their housemate so stuck a piece of chicken under their mattress just before he moved out. The other lad couldn't figure out what in God's name was the awful smell in his room after a few days.Not that I'd condone doing something like that obviously.
Hiding a stale loaf of bread under someones bed for 6 weeks is a good one too. Also relieving yourself in someones kettle does the trick.
**** in his freezer.
Hide alot of stale chips somehwere. It might depend on where they're from, but from experience I know the smell is absolutly terrible. Or hide a trout under the matress, it would be some pong and looking under the matress isn't something that would first come to mind.
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Have heard bout putting fish behind a radiator or in the hot press before coz the heat and the decaying fish makes for one of the worst smells in the world. Again, I cant condone such behaviour.
These are all things you do to the annoying flat/housemate if you're moving out. And easy for the landlord to know who to look for if he's got a case for criminal damage.
Think you might have to go with mr a's suggestion :)
My best mate has just proposed to his girlfriend, I'm going to be best man!! :)
Just brilliant.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9V3T9...eature=related
This season has flown by! Only nine games left :(
Well, I got a date, but don't know when it's going to happen.
Her, "this week is terrible for me, but next week is good"
Me, "err, I have to work nights next week"
:(
Not sure when said wedding is, but reckoning a stag night in Sofia is a good option! Not sure what Romania is like as a stag destination.
For a day that started with so many disasters, its turning out ok. I had problems with schools, fell and cut my knees and badly bruised my hand and everything I tried to do was delayed all day. Now lying in a hotel, relaxed, drinking a beer after meeting up with some mates and couldnt be happier really!
Pity bout the early morning rise for the Ploughing though!
Great choice but not his or Fleetwood Mac's best (and by Fleetwood Mac, i do mean Peter Greens Fleetwood Mac and not the nonsense that came after. If someone else tell's me "Rumours" is the best album of all time again, i'll scream. It's not even Fleetwood Mac's best)
I adore Peter Green and will be lucky enough to get the chance to see him on Oct 26th. Obviously he's not what he was (drugs took care of that) but to just be in the same room as him and his guitar wil be amazing. He's the guitarist i always wanted to be, not Hendrix or Page or Clapton but Peter Green.
TCM, I don't know if you're into Peter Greens FM or just happened across that but if you don't have them, check out the Boston Blues Sessions or LIve in Boston.
A dark day.
Purveyors of cheeky, chirpy Cockney singalongs Chaz and Dave have split.
All together now - "Snooker loopy, nuts are we........................"
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/8269057.stm
That's yesterdays news!
Anyone got a cure for bruised swollen cut knees? Can hardly bend my legs they are that sore!
Thanks! Will see if I have a rusty saw about....
Thanks First but I'm all out. May just have to find a fairy fort.
I fell on Monday and my knees are still so sore. Can hardly bend them and am just out of a school from doing a coaching session and they are killing me now.
Happy Arthur's Day! :D
I actually prefer a pint of Beamish myself. But anyways. To Martha.
I've also deleted my Twitter account and feel liberated. If I've to read another vacous, self-obsessed 'tweet' from certain friends (acquaintances really), I'll go insane.
I must delete my personal account on it but I do find it handy for football updates using the club one.
Can't believe how many people are being taken in by an (admittedly clever) marketing campaign.
Frankie Boyle on Facebook updates:
"I get up a miserable bast*rd, I go to bed a miserable bast*rd, I'm not constantly changing from giggly to cautious."
To Arthur!
He stole the Christmas club money, the pox.