I live with a couple of pussies.

They're always together, all the time. Day in and day out, it's the same thing over and over again. Where one goes, the other follows. What one does, the other copies. It's like one just can't cope without the other. Not that they do much anyway, everyday they do the same stuff, which is hardly anything.

It impressed me so much that I took a few photos of them doing what they do best, and they were so concentrated on doing what they do so often that they hardly even paid attention to me as I took the pictures.

Which is why I present to you, in all their shame...

...Salt and Pepper.

What, you didn't think I was referring to anyone else, did you?

They're everywhere Pt. 2

First the toilet prank on me. Then the hacking of Luke's laptop. It was Jo's turn.

Jo is very fond of post-it notes. We used that to our advantage. A while ago we bought 5 packets of post-it notes and waited for the perfect day when Jo would be out of the flat for a long period of time. Today was that day.

After almost 2 hours of work, and a lot of swearing - the sticky notes weren't really that sticky - we were satisfied. All we had to do was wait for Jo to return to the flat.

First we left him a little bait. Some sticky notes on the front door of the flat. On them I wrote that Luke and I knew that Jo loved post-it notes so much, that we bought him a packet. We left him a brand new packet by the door of his room. When he came and saw it, he was really thankful and... hugged us. Then he opened the door to his room...

Here's my best work of art...

Yes those are dicks. You should've seen the little boy from across the street staring at them as I was putting them up. And for the grande finale, Luke's best work...

We decided to call him Pablo. After all, this is cubism at its best. Jo likes it so much that he won't be removing it. A true work of art indeed.

Why you should never share a Rapidshare account with Jo.

If you do, your passwords will be retrieved and used later on.

To hack your hi5 profile....

(the grande hi5 finale)

...to hack your Facebook profile...

and to do many other soulless pranks, like subscribing to endless groups on internet communities which take forever to unsubscribe from. Oh well, for once the tables had turned against Luke.

A huge kudos to Jo for finding the passwords and to Rochelle for helping him give Luke's hi5 a "superrrr makeoverrrrr!!"

Oh my God we actually did it.

This guy on a forum on http://www.ultimate-gutar.com/ came up with the ingenious idea to Rick Roll the MTV Europe Video Music awards 2008 in Liverpool:

The idea became vastly popular on Ultimate Guitar, and other forum sites such as 4chan, as millions of people cast in their vote, including myself.

Progress was made....




...and finally, the results were in. Needless to say...

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=QdfdZqHqh0Y


http://tinyurl.com/ynupj4


...we Rick Rolled MTV and its millions of viewers. Booya!

The funny thing is Rick Astley declined to accept the award, he didn't even appear at the ceremony. Come on Rick,



YOU WERE NEVER GONNA GIVE US UP OR LET US DOWN!

And please don't tell me you were too stupid to click the second link. Otherwise, you got Rick Rolled, baby.

Dear God, even more shame.

With the humiliation of the toilet prank still very raw, I never expected that I would get pranked again so soon. Well, I did, and I fell for it hard.

Yesterday Luke SMSed me asking if I wanted to go out to eat with him and Jo. I said no, I wanted to go somewhere else for the evening, implying that I wasn't going to be with them for the night.

At 10pm Luke calls, asking where I am, because they arrived at Victoria, where I was with my girlfriend. I was a bit confused, I hadn't expected them to meet with me later on so that we could go eat together. I told him I couldn't meet up with him and Jo, and they got pissed off, and then so did I. Eventually I started to get worried and I felt a little guilty, on my part even though I felt that it wasn't completely my fault.

Jo then SMSes at around midnight, asking if I could go online, because he and Luke were starting blogs of their own. I couldn't go on at the time, so I spent the night worrying that they were writing stuff against me because they were so pissed off.

That's when Jo linked me to Luke's first blog entry this morning...

http://lukesultana.blogspot.com/2008/10/hi-well-lets-start-off-blog-shall-we.html

Enough said. It was yet another ingenious prank.

I hate you guys.

Ultimate shame.

I fell victim to the biggest prank ever played on me last night. Early morning, to be exact, at 3am. It goes back to hours before though, seeing as my lovely best friends are such prank artists they had to set up everything perfectly.

It started out by Jo and Luke saying that the light switch to the bathroom was shorting out half the flat, so we couldn't turn it on. They put a strip of tape on it so that no one would press it. Jo fetched my flashlight from my room, then after a couple of minutes he returned saying that Luke dropped it and broke the light bulb. I tried the flashlight myself and it didn't work, so Luke was to buy a new one the following day.

After that, nothing in particular happened. We played Call of Duty 4 after midnight until like 3am. I had to go to the bathroom, and since I couldn't turn on the light I took my iPod with me to use as a light.

So there I was, wondering how good my aim was in the dark, when I noticed that the sound of impact was a little weird. Since it was 3am, it took me a few seconds to register that I should probably stop and check what the hell I was taking a piss on. I stopped, lowered my iPod towards the toilet, and saw that the toilet bowl was covered in plastic sheet wrap.

...

My first reaction was to stare in awe for a few seconds, then shout "DUDES!" followed by a loud shrill of laughter coming from the 2 biggest dicks on the planet outside the bathroom. Then followed the speechlessness of utter amazement.

The lights were never shorting out, the flashlight was never broken, Jo had just flipped the batteries upside down. To add insult to injury, I was videorecorded cleaning up my own sad 4-year-old boy mess.

A truly artistic and epic prank.

Assholes.

Find it and win a prize II.

2 posts in one day, but this really deserves its own separate entry. Some of you may already know this, but for those who don't, go to a past entry of mine - http://chrisredness.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-many-lectures.html - and highlight the whole text. Yes, you'll see an encrypted message.

Jo hadn't realised that the picture in front of his desk had been tainted with Hitler moustaches. For 10 days. And he found out yesterday because we gave up on him ever noticing by himself so we told him. But get this, we STILL had trouble making him realise even when we made it so obvious.

First we told him to sit at his desk. Then we asked him to check the time. So he looked at his wrist watch and we told him to ignore that. He looked at the clock on his desk. We told him to ignore that too. Then his mobile. He had to ignore that as well. Finally he had no choice but to check the time on his clock hanging on the wall. He looked at it for a second, looked back at us and shrugged.

We just stared in awe at him. We could have written a giant sign in red on his wall and he still wouldn't have noticed it. The thing is, it IS noticable. It's not like they were tiny dots or something. So we told him to focus on the picture, and I mean really focus, until he burst out laughing.

Sigh.

This means war.

First day at university wasn't so bad. Opening ceremony with a boring mass, yeah, but then we checked out the stands on campus after. Even got myself shown on the news, so I've heard, but I didn't see it. And I made it on TV a second time when they aired Imagery's and Overdrive's performance from last friday. I'm gonna be a star.

After many hours of troubleshooting I finally managed to start playing Call of Duty 4 with Jo and Luke. As predicted, I got my ass kicked to a pulp. On the plus side, I didn't do as bad as I thought I would. So yeah, we battled it out against each other for a couple of hours. I got knifed, sniped, blown up, everything. But I made a fair share of kills as well.

War online continued in real life. First we filled Luke's whiteboard (yes he has an old whiteboard in his room) with a bunch of stupid doodles. Then Jo was peering out the glass door in my room looking at the thunderstorm and, yes you guessed it, I creeped up from behind and shouted BOOM! I got punched a few times after that. Sore loser. Then he tried to scare me by sending Luke to hide in my wardrobe so that he could spring up on me when I went into my room again. Figured them out though so that didn't work. Then Luke locked Jo in the bathroom by placing my skateboard on a chair against the door handle. Jo decided to return the favour by barricading the bathroom when Luke was in it, with Luke's own furniture. I'm hiding in my room, listening to Luke's stern voice calling out for Joseph right fucking now.

Well it's time to retire for the night. Another meeting tomorrow at the University, at 9am. Followed by one at 10.30. Bedtime!

Boo.

Back at the flat. Got scared shitless by that fucker Jo who hid in my room and screamed as soon as I entered it. Made me shriek like a little girl, bastard. I paid him back though. He went to try the microwave and as he was standing there looking at it I crept up behind him, poked his sides and screamed BOOM! He almost shat himself. And I did it a second time in less than 5 minutes. Red, 2; Jo, 1.

Installed Call of Duty 4 today. Great game, but I still have to get used to it. Wasn't able to connect with Jo and Luke though. That's bad because I want to play with them, but it's good because I don't want to die all the time. So I'll just play the single player mode, crybaby-easy level.

The University lecturers are supposed to boycott tomorrow's opening day for us freshers. Thanks for the warm welcome you greedy assholes. Well I have a week of running around the campus going from one stand to another, listening to meeting after boring meeting. If the lecturers continue to strike for a couple of more weeks I'd be able to take my driving license exam. Whoop-dee-do.