So, on April Fools' Day, my father and his friends decided to teach that guy a lesson.
With the cooperation of the entire floor, they strung a series of speakers together in sequence, so that adjusting the L/R balance on a stereo unit would make the sound move up and down the length of the building. Then, they removed all of the lights in the hallway, leaving only the sinister red glow of the exit sign as illumination. Finally, they acquired a novelty record, which they queued to play a very special sound effect.
When the drunkard returned home that evening, he was greeted by a long, dark hallway and an ominous, eerie silence. According to my father, the guy mumbled to himself in confusion for a moment before beginning to stumble in the direction of his room. Then, from in the distance, there came a barely-audible sound. As it increased in volume, it became recognizable as a train, blowing its whistle as if in warning of some dire calamity. The inebriate faltered in his course, wondering aloud (and with obvious concern) what exactly was going on.
The sound of the train grew further in volume, to almost deafening levels. The drunk - now visibly panicking - began to shout for help. Finally, just as it sounded like the train was bearing down... my father's friend came running around the corner with a flashlight taped to his head.
Legend has it that the drunkard awoke in the hallway the next morning, unaware of why he had soiled himself, but intensely suspicious of the toy locomotive that was clutched in his hand.
TL;DR: Choo choo, motherfucker.
(taken from reddit.com)
With the cooperation of the entire floor, they strung a series of speakers together in sequence, so that adjusting the L/R balance on a stereo unit would make the sound move up and down the length of the building. Then, they removed all of the lights in the hallway, leaving only the sinister red glow of the exit sign as illumination. Finally, they acquired a novelty record, which they queued to play a very special sound effect.
When the drunkard returned home that evening, he was greeted by a long, dark hallway and an ominous, eerie silence. According to my father, the guy mumbled to himself in confusion for a moment before beginning to stumble in the direction of his room. Then, from in the distance, there came a barely-audible sound. As it increased in volume, it became recognizable as a train, blowing its whistle as if in warning of some dire calamity. The inebriate faltered in his course, wondering aloud (and with obvious concern) what exactly was going on.
The sound of the train grew further in volume, to almost deafening levels. The drunk - now visibly panicking - began to shout for help. Finally, just as it sounded like the train was bearing down... my father's friend came running around the corner with a flashlight taped to his head.
Legend has it that the drunkard awoke in the hallway the next morning, unaware of why he had soiled himself, but intensely suspicious of the toy locomotive that was clutched in his hand.
TL;DR: Choo choo, motherfucker.
My Son was born March
28th, he is a huge fan of the Harry potter books And he just finished
the third one. We also happen to live in London for my job. On his 11th
birthday ( which is this year) we knew how much he would love a
Harry potter birthday party. So I rented an owl offline..tied a hand
written note to its ankle and told him that I found it sitting on my
car. When he opens the letter he will find his acceptance letter to
Hogwarts. We will then sped the next couple of days buying his wizard
supplies and just generally preparing him for wizard school.
Then, on the first day of school (April 1st of course) we will arrive
at kings cross station where he, with his trolley piled high with a
menagerie of items. Will wave goodbye to his proud father and teary eyed
mum. He while then, take a running head start....
And plow straight into the brick wall between platforms 9 and 10.
I'll then say "April Fools". And promptly begin paying for therapy.
And plow straight into the brick wall between platforms 9 and 10.
I'll then say "April Fools". And promptly begin paying for therapy.
(taken from reddit.com)
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