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Post by Poofiemus on Apr 22, 2007 2:37:00 GMT -5
I use the latter method. Or rather, I used to when I had a Windows. =P
And since we are in CD chucking...*slips a disc into Haruo's back pocket and slips away trying to look innocent and failing*
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Post by Venomeye on Apr 22, 2007 4:45:51 GMT -5
I find that extremely amusing. Now that's just funny.
Hmm... what disc would that be? It probably has timebomb.exe on it so you can blow Haruo up. Or .dmg which is the standard application extension for a Mac, or am I wrong? In that case I'm writing a program which will be named walksintowalls.exe. Then I'm burning it onto a hundred discs and secretly sticking them on people. Muwahahahaha.
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Post by Poofiemus on Apr 22, 2007 13:02:02 GMT -5
XD! No, actually, it's a music CD, one called Savotage that, remarkably, BOTH my parents hate. They hate it so much that I don't think I've ever even heard the thing, despite the battle. See, my uncle and my dad keep giving the disc to each other, usually at Christmas and birthdays. They used to just give it like a normal gift, but now they've resorted to subterfuge. They've hidden it inside other gifts on several occasions, and recently (actually, it was like a year ago), my dad swapped out my uncle's Firm soundtrack for Savotage. Strangely, my uncle still hasn't found it.
I like that idea, though. Walk into walls.exe and .dmg. ^_^
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Post by Pipe Organ Wolf on Apr 22, 2007 15:57:31 GMT -5
I've done things like that. It's a lot of fun. My favorite story like that is when two friends were passing money back and forth. Jenni had Linda's roomate stick it in a box of crackers and reseal it. The money was between the box and the bag. Linda accidentally threw it away, so she had to go dumpster diving to get it!
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Post by Venomeye on Apr 22, 2007 16:19:31 GMT -5
Those are interesting, that reminds me of something very similar! It was a yearly church meeting, and there was a gift handout. Everyone brought some random gift, and set it on a table. Then people were given cards with numbers on it, and when the number was called, that person went to go pick a random gift, or you could take someone elses, and that person would have to go pick another. And there was always a jar of real pickled pigs lips (along with something else) in one of the gifts. Everyone was always trying to not end up with it. Thing is though, EVERY year that same exact jar returns to the gift table, it never gets kept!
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Post by Poofiemus on Apr 22, 2007 16:28:47 GMT -5
Pickled pig lips? Eeeeew! XD You know, if my uncle doesn't find the Savotage disc soon, I'm going to suggest to my dad that we start sending something gross like that around. We need that humor back!
Thoug admittedly, once my dad considered sticking the disk in a giant container of Costco's miniature white chocolate chip cookies. Those things are addictive, so he was sure my uncle would run into eventually, but my mom talked him out of it because my uncle's diabetic.
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Post by Pipe Organ Wolf on Apr 22, 2007 17:39:50 GMT -5
Ewww. Reminds me of back in sixth grade when we had to dissect pigs' feet. Unfortunately, we didn't get to it the day the teacher brought in the pigs' feet. It was still fairly cool, weather wise, so he just stuck the plastic bag out the window. Unfortunately, that was on a Friday, and we had an unseasonably warm weekend. EWww!.
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Post by Poofiemus on Apr 22, 2007 19:40:56 GMT -5
Eeeeew!!! It must have stunk like nothing else! I remember in my high school biology class, when we were cleaning up dissections, the teacher would walk around the room with an aerosol air freshener, whistling the Blue Danube Waltz, and puffing the air freshener in time to the music. XDD Good times.
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Post by Pipe Organ Wolf on Apr 22, 2007 21:42:49 GMT -5
That's awesome! They were sooo gross, and he made us dissect them anyway. About four kids in a class of eleven got so sick.
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Post by Poofiemus on Apr 22, 2007 23:49:54 GMT -5
That's just NASTY.
You know, that same bio teacher used to mess with students during the frog dissection. He'd write slightly disturbing messages on little slips of paper, and stuff them down the frogs' throats so the students would find them in the frogs' stomachs. XDDD
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Post by Pipe Organ Wolf on Apr 23, 2007 7:25:15 GMT -5
That's funny! I'd so much rather find a disturbing note in a frog's stomach than find out how much something can rot in a weekend. I'd be making all these speculations about how the frog was used for drug dealers or Mafia members exchanging communications.
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Post by Venomeye on Apr 23, 2007 9:49:41 GMT -5
That's a sick joke to play, but as Pipe Organ Wolf said, funny! I would love to be the one playing similar jokes on students like that, but I'd probably at the desk laughing the whole time. I would put a small chip and speaker in one, and when a wire is broken from the initial "slit" it would make various frog sounds, maybe even vibrate. Oh man I want to do that to someone.
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Post by cory5412 on Apr 23, 2007 11:48:21 GMT -5
Hmm... DMGs and EXEs? Though Mac apps are .app, not dmg - dmg is just the file they come in (like an iso really.) When I throw CDs, it's usually old CD-R backups of ancient data that I don't want/need anymore anyway. *chucks some ancient video files on CD-R* Biology classes sometimes do smell funny, back in 10th grade we dissected some things, and I think we were able to smell it for quite awhile.
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Post by Poofiemus on Apr 23, 2007 11:51:36 GMT -5
Oh. ^^; Shows how much I know. Still, I know that Macs can't open .exe's--I recieved one a couple weeks ago that I think was actually a virus in the guise of an e-card. But my computer didn't know what it was, so it was all good.
Yeah, we dissected quite a few things in my bio class in 9th grade, and so the stench of formaldehyde ebbed and flowed during the last quarter of the year. You could always tell when dissection season came around during passing period.
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Post by Pipe Organ Wolf on Apr 23, 2007 14:22:38 GMT -5
Ahhh, the sweet stench of formaldehyde. *hack, gag, cough!*
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