ria wrote:
Specify that your drive-through order is "to go."
Set alarms for random times.
Order a side of pork rinds with your filet mignon.
Honk and wave to strangers.
Leave your turn signal on for fifty miles.
Name your dog "Dog."
Deliberately hum songs that will remain lodged in co-workers' brains, such as "Feliz Navidad", the Archies' "Sugar" or the Mr. Rogers theme song.
Leave your Christmas lights up and lit until September.
Chew on pens that you've borrowed.
Select the same song on the jukebox fifty times.
Never make eye contact.
Done those, but with a few changes. It wasn't filet mignon, it was soup. And I ordered the mints that they give away, not pork rinds.
I didn't leave my turnsignal on for 50 miles, just for about.. 10kms.
Wasn't a dog I named dog. It was my friends long haired fluffy cat. I thought he would just change the name, because I changed it while looking afer the cat while he was on vacation. But by the time he came back the cat wouldn't come to its old name anymore.. So, he ended up having a cat named dog.
At a dance, we could request a song, one per person. I had a lot of friends who didn't pick a song, so I put the same one on every little slip and signed one of their names. So, we ended up having about 20 songs the same.
ria wrote:
Leave tips in Bolivian currency.
Construct elaborate "crop circles" in your front lawn.
Holler random numbers while someone is counting.
Make appointments for the 31st of September.
At a golf tournament, chant "swing-batatatatatata-suhWING-batter!"
My friend did those. Except it was French money, whatever its called, because he spent all his normal money and wanted to leave a tip..
My friend decided to do that to my front lawn while I was away for a day and I was going through an 'aliens exist' phase.
The numbers thing... Was just annoying. I was rolling pennies.
He asked me on a date, 31st of September. Didn't realise there wasn't a 31st. He meant it as a joke, but it wasn't funny seeing as I had a crush on him.
And as for the golf tournament, it was kind of my fault he did that.
We were on a drive, and we came to a stopsign. There was a golf course right on the corner, and someone teeing off. There was a lot of traffic that day, and so we were a way back. So, we were watching him. Act like he was going to hit the ball, not hit it. Repeatedly. We got up to almost the front of the line of traffic, and I told my friend that I wished he would just hit it so I could see where it went. And, we were one car behind being able to go. So, my friend puts down the passenger window(i was sitting in that seat) and yells "HIT IT!" as loud as he could. I got an earache, and that golfer was about to hit it anyways, and the ball went about 2 feet. It was so funny, the guy got so so mad, he threw down his golfclub and turned around.. His face was so red, it was hilarious.
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