SillyJokes said:
Today I was being sent rather rude and extremely poorly spelt email messages via the website. It was obviously a child at lunch time computer club at school showing off.
Unfortunately for little Johnny the email address revealed his school which I idly Googled up and found the headteacher's name.
Then I sent a single email back to him saying, "Report to Mr Somes' office immediately,"
:twisted: :twisted: Bwah hahahahahha. I hope the little squirt has at least a few moments of terrified confusion.
I'm sure some of you can do better. Agri? Goldsteve?
Caroline,
Sorry for the delay in responding. I was in Boston yesterday. A blizzard delayed my flight by several hours, and I had limited access to the Internet.
You are far more creative than I am in this area. I wish I'd thought of a quick response as clever as yours. Your dynamic linking example from a couple of months ago, likewise, was very funny.
Maybe the best example I can give of my own sense of humour comes from my late teens. I need to explain the context first though.
My aunt lived in a very old house that shared a wall with an 11th century church. In that wall were a number of holes. A natural historian had once visited my aunt's house to photograph these holes. Apparently, they were very ancient bee boles, from the days before bee hives.
In a small Cornish village, it's not often that something unusual like this happens. Everyone soon knew about my aunt's bee boles. Whenever she got to know someone well, she would tell them about her bee boles. She was very proud of them.
Each year, my brother and I would plan something extravagant for the morning of April 1. On this particular occasion, we decided to play a joke on our aunt. My brother found an old typewriter and hit keys at random a few feet from the phone (creating the sound of an office environment). While he did this, I called my aunt, claiming to be a TV producer working with David Attenborough. His new show was going to be called "The Living Past". Sir David had heard about my aunt's bee boles and wanted to film an episode in her back yard. Would she mind being interviewed on the show?
As you can imagine, the moment that phone call ended, my aunt called everyone in the village who had a phone and went to tell the neighbours who didn't have phones. She was going to be on TV with Sir David Attenborough! By noon, most people in the village were engaged in excited conversation about the impending visit of a TV crew.
Of course, April Fool pranks must end by noon, so I called again, this time pretending to be Sir David himself - calling personally to thank my aunt for agreeing to be on his new show. In that guise, I explained to my aunt that bee boles have a Latin Name. Over the phone, I spelled it out: Aprilus Foolatum. Many seconds passed before I heard the words "you bugger!".
My brother and I were the talk of the village after that. My aunt is a wonderful lady (now in her late 80s) and harboured no ill will at all. Once over the initial shock (and a lot of explaining to the villagers), she laughed about it. In fact, I visited her in Cornwall a few weeks ago, and she reminisced about it even after almost 30 years.
