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used to p;lay buckaroo with a neighbours cat when it was asleep got loads of stuff on it before it woke up!
didnt really do much too bad
OH!! as a lad and im sure most lads will be able to sympathise here! when playing football as a kid there is no better pitch than a bowling green!! the short grass and flat surface is perfect for sliding tackles and is a good good gam! plus the bonus of being chased by an old guy who catches you on it!
we where playing on one once a summer evening it was and we where happy enough scuffing up this village bolwing green and a friend of mine slid in for a tackle on someone else and we heard this crack and then him scream! he had clearly broke his leg!!!
next thing we know the old man had called the police!!! who came driving round the corner got out and started running towards us!!
so we ran………..left our friend on the floor with his leg bent in half
i used to feel bad for it kind of like it was our normandy and we just left him and saved ourselves!BUT he grasses us up anyway! guess we deserved it
I confess to being the inventor of the ‘Cat-O-Cutor’ when I was er ….. a little while ago.
It consists of a wooden frame (large enough to be inserted in the hole in our fence and through which the next door neighbour’s cat used to access our garden for a crap).
On the wooden frame you wind a series of uninsulated thin copper wires and connect them to the mains electricity supply (with a 30 or 45 amp fuse) so that touching any two adjacent wires will provide a shocking experience.
The dear little pussy cat, on its nightly travels, pushes through the hole in the fence, bumps its furry little head into the bare wires and ……..
…. BANG …. FLASH ….FIZZ ….
……the cat gets fried.
You also need a bin liner to dispose of the corpse discreetly.
To: Mr & Mrs Althorp of Steele Road Chiswick London W4 – if you’re reading this …. I’m sorry – it was me.
@forumhostpb wrote:
I confess to being the inventor of the ‘Cat-O-Cutor’ when I was er ….. a little while ago.
It consists of a wooden frame (large enough to be inserted in the hole in our fence and through which the next door neighbour’s cat used to access our garden for a crap).
On the wooden frame you wind a series of uninsulated thin copper wires and connect them to the mains electricity supply (with a 30 or 45 amp fuse) so that touching any two adjacent wires will provide a shocking experience.
The dear little pussy cat, on its nightly travels, pushes through the hole in the fence, bumps its furry little head into the bare wires and ……..
…. BANG …. FLASH ….FIZZ ….
……the cat gets fried.
You also need a bin liner to dispose of the corpse discreetly.
To: Mr & Mrs Althorp of Steele Road Chiswick London W4 – if you’re reading this …. I’m sorry – it was me.
i;m sorry but even tho I hate the cats round here that cr ap on the garden anyways……..yer bad norty PB!!!!!! but bleddy funny nevertheless…… :lol: :lol: :lol:
@cath 55 wrote:
@forumhostpb wrote:
I confess to being the inventor of the ‘Cat-O-Cutor’ when I was er ….. a little while ago.
It consists of a wooden frame (large enough to be inserted in the hole in our fence and through which the next door neighbour’s cat used to access our garden for a crap).
On the wooden frame you wind a series of uninsulated thin copper wires and connect them to the mains electricity supply (with a 30 or 45 amp fuse) so that touching any two adjacent wires will provide a shocking experience.
The dear little pussy cat, on its nightly travels, pushes through the hole in the fence, bumps its furry little head into the bare wires and ……..
…. BANG …. FLASH ….FIZZ ….
……the cat gets fried.
You also need a bin liner to dispose of the corpse discreetly.
To: Mr & Mrs Althorp of Steele Road Chiswick London W4 – if you’re reading this …. I’m sorry – it was me.
i;m sorry but even tho I hate the cats round here that cr ap on the garden anyways……..yer bad norty PB!!!!!! but bleddy funny nevertheless…… :lol: :lol: :lol:
It certainly is NOT funny! Rather..the machination of a peurile and feeble-minded bully mistaken in the assumption that malice is a substitute for wit. Doubtless, my dismay will be provocation enough for PB to caper on through the thread with further tales of feline atrocity, for our ‘amusement.’
Idiot!what the hell me and my friends used to kick our football at a church every sunday without fail wed be there kicking our ball against the church hoping to hit the windows
we broke in to next door neighbours house while it was empty did i fair bit of damage
stayed at a friends house while they was on holiday and had a jolly good time
found a hill that was just tall enough to race trolleys down
and my favourite put a banner across a bridge that said caution people w*****g this was after we found out what it ment there my conciousense is now cleanI shit in my dads shoe :lol:
We used to steal packets of crisps from the shop round the corner and try to eat them before we got home. Not easy to eat several packets of Meanies and Space Invaders in a couple of minutes. I don’t know how we were never found out! I told my mum recently cos we were talking about those times and I thought she knew. Wasn’t best impressed :lol:
It wasn’t all torment, ridicule and acts of revenge :D
I covered our dogs back in shit when I was three in the garden. :lol:
Shoplifted when I was 14 :oops:
apart from that nothing really unusual, some stuff that Im not proud of so wont be putting it on here :wink:
Worst thing was head butt a teacher braking her nose
Kicking the locul corner shops car in F00k me our mom belted f00k out of me for that
Nicked money out me uncles trouser pockets for fags
Nvere shop lifted in me life but worked in a shop and used to damage the fags and some foods to get them for free at the end of the week lol
And the most thing thing im ashamed off now is i was about 16 first job from leaving school found a waged packet in the ladys loos at work i hadnt worked there long had the name on and every thing and kept it :oops:
Know the feeling Sharon.
I got caught shoplifting when I was 16 (and skiving off school for good measure and, just to put the icing on the cake, I had a full bottle of Irn Bru in my bag as well) Wasn’t charged or anything but it gave me the shake that I badly needed. In a weird way, it’s possibly the best thing that could’ve happened at the time.
Now I’m employed to catch the little feckers! There’s irony for you :lol:
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