Tonight, I pulled a trick on Ad Noctum for shits and giggles. It goes a little like this (grammar errors fixed):
(When talking about my PimpWar “Pimp Description”)
<Ad_Noctum> Umm… when you say “brown covered pimp” I think about a dude that just got shit on
<Mercutio> I did, I have a profound shit fetish
<Ad_Noctum> What?
<Mercutio> I have a profound shit fetish.
<Ad_Noctum> Are you serious?
<Mercutio> Yep.
<Ad_Noctum> Are you for waterworks, too?
<Mercutio> No, just shit
<Ad_Noctum> well, to each his own
<Mercutio> Indeed. I, of course, was dying and sharing it with Doobieous
Heres what we were discussing on our end, once I had shown Doob our conversation:
<Mercutio> I’m getting Ad_Noctum to believe that I have a “proufnd shit fetish”.
<Doobieous> Would it have been bad if you told him you were into watersports?
<Mercutio> Oh man, I’m not gonna set him straight either.
<Mercutio> I’m gonna wait until he’s whispering “Merc has a shit fetish, he told me so”.
<Doobieous> You know he’ll tell.
<Mercutio> Oh yeah.
Basically, it ends up with me and Doob dying of laughter and him throwing possible ideas around of what I should tell him. So, I decide to tell him this way. It’ll make for a greta punchline.
But this thread isn’t just for lil’ ol’ me!
I want to hear your stories.
Have you ever pulled one over on someone, got them to believe something outrageous just for a good laugh.
Come here, sick souls, and share your tortorous tales.
Sorry Adam. I saw an opening and I had to take it!
one time i had a really close friend of mine convinced that the new Matchbox 20 album was so good, they had become my new favorite band. that trick backfired though because it ended up just making me feel sad that she thought i might actually think that.
a common trick of mine, because many people know my middle initial but not my middle name, is to tell them it’s “Samantha.” a surprising number of people are quite willing to believe this.
I understand that that’s not as exciting as Mercutio’s story, and I apologize.
Anyway, I convinced a friend of mine that all stop signs with white rims were optional.
I quickly set her straight when I realized that she could kill us as she happened to be driving at the time I convinced her. I was only 16, what can you expect?
Thank you very much, Merc. you sure did get me on that one.
I’m sorry that I trusted you were telling me the truth.
I’m sorry that I trusted that you weren’t gonna embarass me.
but most off, I’m astounded at your ability to go and humiliate me in front of all of these people. I know now I’m gonna prolly get told to simmer down after this, but come on, Merc. You should know better than to do this. After getting lied to by all people that I care about, I am just now getting back to being able to trust people. I know it might sound crazy to you, but if someone tells me they have a shit fetish or whatever, I’m not gonna go tell people that they have a shit fetish. I’d say, oh, “to each their motherfuckin’ own.” I know this might also sound crazy to you, but if someone tells me something, and I have no reason to object to what they tell me, I’ll fuckin’ believe them.
now, if this makes me a moron, then I’m guilty as charged. most of these stories come out of ignorance. This story came out of misplaced trust, and I’m sorry I misplaced my trust in Mercutio.
One time a (female) friend and I* convinced an annoying wannabe-type that we were doing every kind of drug imaginable, had done jail time, had rather interesting sex lives ;), and killed people for fun and profit. And she believed us.
*–we were the people you mother told you to stay away from, black trenchcoats included.
racinchikki needs to post to this. She’s convinced her pet freshmen of some pretty outrageous things. (example: her college major is going to be “Prostitutional Business Management”)
I have to go with you on that one Ad… And it doesn’t make you a moron to feel revolted by placing trust in someone who abused it, no matter who it is. Just my opinion.
Being mocked publicly for being “duped” or “tricked” just isn’t f*cking funny - no matter who you are or how well you may be able to take it.
Anyone who defends deception, even if only for the sake of a good laugh - is just as capable of the same behaviour. Sorry - being mocked period, bites rancid @ss.
Well, I tricked Mercutio into making a idiot of himself, especially with his bad spelling.
Then I persuaded him to show everyone how nasty he can be towards others.
Oh, wait a minute - he did it to himself! :wally
Sorry, Mercutio. I saw an opening and I had to take it :rolleyes:
I convinced this one gullible kid that I was into all that punk rock nonsense, while secretly laughing behind his back about all that teen angst and “we’re gonna change the world” bullshit. snicker
[ul][li] Like Gunslinger said, my major is Prostitutional Business Management. (I’m a female pimp-in-training.)[/li][li] I’m convinced I’m being followed by the ghost of a duck.[/li][li] Butt-Rake Jenkins is an actual band - the best f’in cowpunk group in the world.[/li][li] 45% of the pot available in North America is grown in and around Vancouver, British Columbia. A special variety grown only there is the best marijuana in the world. Fine Vancouver Hash.[/li][li] My boyfriend was in Playgirl.[/li][li] Canada has its own royal family. They’re just very quiet and unassuming, so they’re not in the news much.[/li][li] Jerry Lewis and Jerry Lee Lewis are the same person.[/li][/ul]
First of all, Mercutio, what you did wasn’t funny, for the simple reason that the members of SDMB occupy every frequency within the cultural spectrum or, put another way, every slope and valley along the bell curve.
I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if there really is a shit fetishist around here somewhere, and if Ad Noctum’s experience with you is wholly virtual, there’s no reason why you can’t be the one. It doesn’t make him naive or stupid to believe it when you tell him so.
Secondly: I’m not above the occasional prank on this level IRL. I’ve worked hard at perfecting my poker face over the years, and every few months I can usually convince someone to go look for “gullible” in the dictionary (it’s not there, you know).
I once dated a woman who asked why I had joined the Navy. I grew really quiet, cast my eyes down and replied, “Well… it was that or go to prison.”
She got quiet too, and said “I understand if you don’t want to talk about it.” Then I burst into laughter and she started with the yelling and the pummelling and the pain-in-the-glavin.
When I was in college, I was a member of the English honor society Sigma Tau Delta. It was a newly organized chapter and virtually all of us were in a particular journalism class; moreover, the faculty sponsor of the society was that class’s teacher. Accordingly, she would often make brief announcements about it before or after class. Rather than say “sigma tau delta” every time, she usually called us “STD members.”
There was this sweet, sweet girl in the class… Becky, I think her name was. She was a great writer, smart, fun, a good sport… but just as gullible as could be. One day after the teacher made an announcement and left the room, Becky turned to us and said, “So what is this STD club I keep hearing Dr. C talking about?” Without the slightest hesitation, one of our more smartassed members said, “It’s a support group for people with sexually transmittd diseases.” We all rushed to back him up and somberly admit that it was important not to hide it out of shame, etc. She was telling us all how brave she thought we were. We let her off the hook after a few minutes.
another time I had gone in to be fitted for contacts, and took advantage of a deal whereby you bought colored contacts and got a clear pair for free. I bought blue contacts (my eyes are brown). They gave me the clear ones on the spot and told me the blue ones would be in the following week. When I got to class, clear contacts in place, I walked over to Becky and said, “Hey Bex, I got colored contacts today… aren’t they real-looking?” She got real close and could see I was wearing contacts… she was saying, “Wow, I’d never know. what color are your eyes really?” Mr. Smartass chimed in and said, “They’re an amazing shade of blue, Bex. Haven’t you ever noticed?” Other people again chimed in, and again we let her off the hook after a while.
If I’d ever gotten the faintest impression that Becky was hurt by this, I would have put a stop to it, but she was quick to laugh it off and never seemed embarrassed when she realized she’d been taken in again.
Anyone remember the convo I had with Adam, in which he gets all perplexed over the meaning of castration and circumcision and what not? Ah, Adam, you’re a prince among men.
We once convinced a guy that you can get free refills of fries at McDonalds. He spent a good ten minutes trying to get the girl there to refill his fries. She just kept looking at him funny.
