I had the greatest time tuesday with my Italian friend Luigi (yes, that's his real name). I thought I'd share it with you lot. It was almost as fun as the time I found out my dad's password, logged onto his account and resigned all his games (At that point I also discovered that you can send messages to yourself).
But I digress. Luigi's parents run a pizzeria, and so he gets to take most of the burnt and/or failed pizza with him to college. This means a whole crapload of crap pizza, not just a few slices. Luigi has a mischievous streak about him, and needless to say many victims have been made in train stations in the past couple of months. We always find something constructive to do with the pizza-leftovers. Luckily there are lots of mini shops in the main train station of the city of the local university. The usual routine consists of taking a hamburger out of one of those boxes in the wall of a snackbar, and then instead of closing it, putting as much pizza waste in it as possible. You'd be surprised at how much fits in there. The employees of the snackbar certainly were. They probably don't mind anyway - Those fatcases stuff themselves with all the food they can find.
Sometimes we enter the book shop and try to smear some pizza on the newspapers and put some on the inside of porn magazines, but unfortunately that idiot of a Luigi got caught doing this, so our activities there have been limited.
Amongst the funnier things we also deposit the pizza in the ticket machines. So as to not make it too obvious I usually stand behind him in line, while he piles up the pizza in the deposit where the ticket is supposed to be churned out. Hilarity soon ensues.
Undoubtedly the best was when we pranked a fellow student. Let's call him John. John is rather nerdy, and he always bikes from the uni to the station (what a queer). He almost always follows the same routine, so it wasn't hard to prepare something for him. The train he has to catch is up and down a stairs and then around a corner - perfect for him to trip up at the end. I got a whistle (the exact same one used by train operators), Luigi got his pizza. At moments when noone was around we spread out the molten cheese and tomato sauce and other stuff on the pavement around the corner. We could see John arriving. When he was about 100 metres away, I blew the whistle. Needless to say he ran right into the pizza-crap and slipped badly. LOL. The image is burned in my head and still makes me crack up. John always helps us with assignments, but hey, who could pass up such an opportunity?
Our relationship with John wasn't ruined though. A few days later we went to a bar with him, had some drinks and fun. When he went to the toilet we left really quickly though - I'm not about to pay for my drinks with such a nerd.
Originally posted by schakuhrjerk!
I had the greatest time tuesday with my Italian friend Luigi (yes, that's his real name). I thought I'd share it with you lot. It was almost as fun as the time I found out my dad's password, logged onto his account and resigned all his games (At that point I also discovered that you can send messages to yourself).
But I digress. Luigi's parents run a pizze ...[text shortened]... t we left really quickly though - I'm not about to pay for my drinks with such a nerd.
Originally posted by schakuhrYou are clearly a waste of skin and fresh air.
I had the greatest time tuesday with my Italian friend Luigi (yes, that's his real name). I thought I'd share it with you lot. It was almost as fun as the time I found out my dad's password, logged onto his account and resigned all his games (At that point I also discovered that you can send messages to yourself).
But I digress. Luigi's parents run a pizze t we left really quickly though - I'm not about to pay for my drinks with such a nerd.
