Passed Out Meanness

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    At university, I put a glass of salty water on the table, next to a chum who had fallen asleep on our couch. Then, I quietly shook out some chilli powder onto his lips. Wasn't long before his mouth started burning and he awoke suddenly, frazzled-looking and fretting, wide eyes settling on the cup of relief in front of him, only to find...

    Sad thing is, I'm pretty sure I'd gotten this idea from Garfield when I was a kid.

    For simplicity, you can't beat waking someone up with an air-horn or the kind of firework banger that now appears to be banned in Britain. It's particularly good if the 'safety measures' you take to secure the banger's explosion fail utterly and you wake someone up with a large explosion and shards of flying plastic bucket parts.

    I seem to recall another time, where a chum had fallen asleep in the corner, we covered him over with some kind of fine plastic netting that was lying around (I can't recall why we had it) then had three people blow heavy marijuana smoke into the net, so it kind of just stayed there. We woke the guy up shouting "T, you're on Fire! You're on fire!" ha ha ha.. you should have seen his face. Don't think he was too happy though.

    We took to spiking one chum, whilst he was asleep - poor bastard was working really hard whilst we all went out clubbing each weekend. We'd come back to the house at stupid o'clock, then sneak up into his room, trying not to giggle (imagine 5 or 6 high goons in pitch black, trying not to laugh), then push tabs of ecstasy or, on one occasion, an acid tab into his mouth and shock him in such a way that he had to swallow. Kind of stupid when I think back on it, but.. he he.

    After I first Bic-shaved my head when I came to London, I fell asleep on a pal's couch, then woke up in the morning - hungover, sick and horrified by the realisation I had to buy my cousin's Birthday present. So, I went down to the city centre, around Soho, Regent's street, spent ages in Hamley's toy store - successfully accomplished all I needed to do, despite the thoosands of families and kids everywhere. Got home, and had my housemate ask me why I had 'COCK' written on the back of my head in large blue, slightly blurred letters.

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