Stijn!!

[Rick V]

STIJNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN NNNNNNNNN.
Where ya been buddy? Markus is out of control.

[svandamme]

so SNAFU it is then

[Geronimo '74]

SNAFU, LOL, I had to look that one up...

[Rick V]

Fixing to become FUBAR and DILLIGAF

[svandamme]

1st day back on the job finished, back home

i need a nap

[Rick V]

Still at work

[Geronimo '74]

You poor soul, I'm bout to turn in.

[Rick V]

Finally home, just figured I would mention it to help get my post count up

[Geronimo '74]

Bright an' early, girls!!

Breakfast club is open!

[slodave]

Morning.

I feel like crap. Bad hangover, I think the air is getting to me as well. Time for a movie, then sleep.

[svandamme]

another day, and a new coworker to train

[livi]

Morning, lads.
Whats beyond armpits and 10 inches? Todays topic!

[svandamme]

Livi, tell us some childhood story, some mischief you pulled as a kid or teenager... I've coughed up plenty of weird ones, i think now it's time for the others... starting with you.
has to be true, has to be entertaining (either embarrassing or adventurous)

[Rick V]

Morning fellas

[livi]

I canīt even remember yesterday. But OK. This is a legendary mischief story in my family. Its not about me, but completely true and starring my younger brother and a friend. His name is Jakob and I think he must have been around 8-10 years old. The story is hilarious at that age, but for an adult perhaps not. Forewarned is forearmed. Here it goes.

Jakob and friend, summertime, hanging around in the little fishing harbour in our little village. Nothing much to do. Bored. Now this part of the west coast is great for sailing and during summer there are numerous sailing courses and races, particularly with small sailboats.
In one corner of said harbour there is a large shed for hanging sails to dry in a long row. Opposite wall has a construction for putting centerboards and the lats/sticks you stick into the sail to keep them straight. This was a hollow construction made of wood, about one meter high and perfect to sit on while hiding and smoking.
So there they sit, smoking, bored, debating what to do. Jakob suddenly feels an urgent need to take a dump and realizes he sits on the perfect spot, much like one of those outdoor old dry toilets. Without further ado and under a lot of giggling from both of them, he dumps a good one. His friend feeling the same urge, follows suit.
Sitting their, the shed starting to smell badly, Jakob picks up one the long lats (about 1 meter) and starts wipping with it into the air. Then for some reason he looks down on his turd and starts poking with the lat in it.
At that point they look at each other, with the telepathic potential for mischeaf with boys at this age - they both know they are thinking the same thought. Friend picks up a lat and sticks it in his turd.
Yes, you know whats coming. After a few training wipping moves with the lats, they start splashing the nice white sails with poo. Over and over again, until they are completely springled with crap, now more brownish than white.
Almost choking giggling they sneak out of the shed and find themselves a good spotting place 30 meters away. Now they wait.
Ten minutes later comes the harbour captain for his inspection round. He enters the shed, the boys canīt stop laughing and three seconds later the captain wakes up the whole neighborhood screaming and swearing.
Jakob and his friend ran like lightning. They were suspected for the dead, but as they could not be tighed to the crime, they were never caught.

[Rick V]

I was an model child, I don't have any stories to add. I went to church every day, did my homework, and my sisters, and the neighbors. I payed the neighbors to let me cut their grass. I have nothing to add.

[slodave]

Good morning and with that story, good night.

I'm still not legally allowed to talk about it.

[Rick V]

Bwahahahaha
Morning/night Dave

[livi]

You see what I mean, shouting 'Stijn!' almost 1000 posts ago: There are only 10 members logged in right now. On PARF I am all by my lonesome! Talk about slow motion.

[Geronimo '74]

What on earth are you doing in PARF?????
I don't ever go there, ever.