Back in highschool, when someone t.p.ed a house, they might also stick hundreds of plastic forks in the ground. Get it? "Fork you!"
I was only involved in one t.p. incident, and it was a miserable failure. No, it wasn't your house, Steve. We bought a bunch of t.p. and plastic spoons at the store (they were out of forks and we were stupid!) and we drove to the house and set down all our stuff on the lawn. We managed to get about two tosses of t.p. off before someone drove by the house blasting his car horn! We scattered like rabbits and ran back to our cars, leaving all our valuable t.p. and spoons on their lawn.
Later that night, we found out that the hornblower was one of our conspirators. He had changed his mind about t.p.ing the house (it was his girlfriend's) and made a unilateral decision to abort the attack. A few years passed, they got married, had a few kids, and she collected beanie-babies. I imagine they lost their entire life savings when the beanie market collapsed back in 1999.
His finances might still be good shape if he had just let us t.p. her house.
two-Q!
Anonymous said at 11:35 PM
Three Q (Amy!)
Wendy said at 8:29 AM
Four-Q
Bill said at 9:59 AM
five-Q!
John said at 10:56 AM
six-Q.
Bill said at 9:44 PM
seven-Q
Wendy said at 11:09 PM
Eight-Q
Bill said at 10:02 AM
nine-Q
John said at 12:04 PM
ten-Q.
John said at 3:12 PM
If I hadn't taken my car in for service this morning, I would've been nine-Q. Damn it.
Wendy said at 5:53 PM
Whew, I thought I was going to get in trouble for saying "Four-Q" to everyone.
John said at 10:10 PM
Back in highschool, when someone t.p.ed a house, they might also stick hundreds of plastic forks in the ground. Get it? "Fork you!"
I was only involved in one t.p. incident, and it was a miserable failure. No, it wasn't your house, Steve. We bought a bunch of t.p. and plastic spoons at the store (they were out of forks and we were stupid!) and we drove to the house and set down all our stuff on the lawn. We managed to get about two tosses of t.p. off before someone drove by the house blasting his car horn! We scattered like rabbits and ran back to our cars, leaving all our valuable t.p. and spoons on their lawn.
Later that night, we found out that the hornblower was one of our conspirators. He had changed his mind about t.p.ing the house (it was his girlfriend's) and made a unilateral decision to abort the attack. A few years passed, they got married, had a few kids, and she collected beanie-babies. I imagine they lost their entire life savings when the beanie market collapsed back in 1999.
His finances might still be good shape if he had just let us t.p. her house.
"Spoon you!"
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