Stupid Guest Tricks

darph nader wrote:"Excuse me,while I whip this out"

Ding ding ding, we have a winner!!!

darph nader wrote:"Excuse me,while I whip this out"

I wonder how many guys here think/say that while they pull out their wallet.


I might still do it, it just all depends...

Zazu wrote:Dead certain. A hand grenade looks like this: :holyhg:

Ah, The Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch. I can here Elmer Fudd in the background yelling "Kill the Rabbit." :kaboom:

Michael_Lee wrote:Ah, The Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch. I can here Elmer Fudd in the background yelling "Kill the Rabbit."

I think you'll find that's spelled "Kill the Wabbit".

I actually used that cartoon, "What's Opera, Doc?" as a citation in a college term paper. My Prof was furious, because first he had to look it up and couldn't mark me down for it being invalid, then because I had the format correct and he couldn't mark me down for it being incorret, and finally because he had to get a copy and watch it, after which he couldn't mark me down for being irrelevant because it *did* apply in the context where I used it.

"Not *once* in my teaching career have I *ever* had to spend so damn much time and energy looking up one stinking footnote!" he raged. "You make me want to do like Ralph Norton -- POW! Right to the moon."

I then was obliged to remind him that the character he was quoting was Ralph Kramden, and that Norton was his neighbor and lodge buddy.

"OUT! OUT OF MY OFFICE NOW! OUT, OUT, OUT!!!"

Still, I got an A out of him, so at least he wasn't a sore loser.

And he can't accuse you of not thinking for yourself.

Zazu wrote: I actually used that cartoon, "What's Opera, Doc?" as a citation in a college term paper.

I'm sure there's a story behind this. I'm equally sure that most of the SGT population now wants to hear said story.

Zazu wrote:I think you'll find that's spelled "Kill the Wabbit".

I actually used that cartoon, "What's Opera, Doc?" as a citation in a college term paper. My Prof was furious, because first he had to look it up and couldn't mark me down for it being invalid, then because I had the format correct and he couldn't mark me down for it being incorret, and finally because he had to get a copy and watch it, after which he couldn't mark me down for being irrelevant because it *did* apply in the context where I used it.

"Not *once* in my teaching career have I *ever* had to spend so damn much time and energy looking up one stinking footnote!" he raged. "You make me want to do like Ralph Norton -- POW! Right to the moon."

I then was obliged to remind him that the character he was quoting was Ralph Kramden, and that Norton was his neighbor and lodge buddy.

"OUT! OUT OF MY OFFICE NOW! OUT, OUT, OUT!!!"

Still, I got an A out of him, so at least he wasn't a sore loser.

I love it. I've had several teachers and professors I enjoyed tormenting like this. Just the other day I was regaling my older son with the story of how I and some friends painted a life-size caricature of my high school physics teacher as a superhero on a wall in his classroom -- without permission -- and got away with it.

Good times, good times.

I'm glad the fire was put out before tonight. Dinner with you and KidAtHeart was very fun, Zazu. Expect me to take you up on your unofficial tour soon. I have some friends in buses that would probably love to come along... at least one or two. I may become your tour-booking company shortly here.

What was the name of that book you mentioned, or the author, who wrote all the information about Disney, both official and not?

BRWombat wrote:the other day I was regaling my older son with the story of how I and some friends painted a life-size caricature of my high school physics teacher as a superhero on a wall in his classroom -- without permission -- and got away with it.

BRW, you now realize your son's college fund will become his bail fund don't you? :D: :D:

Main Streeter wrote:BRW, you now realize your son's college fund will become his bail fund don't you? :D: :D:

Heh. Actually I'm counting on him to continue mellowing, as I did from the previous generation. Some of my father's college pranks make my hair curl -- kidnapping people and dropping them out in the countryside after dark, far from civilization, or separating couples on their wedding nights. I was very nice and tame in comparison. (And it was good for me, in a sense -- when I'd get caught at anything, my dad might not approve, but he'd always understand!)

There was a sense of cosmic justice in all this. In later life, my dad ended up as a residence hall director at the same university! It was pretty funny to him that he'd be one to end up enforcing the rules!