I only started this thread because "stink" is a nice word even though it conjures up images of defecation and mastication. Do they still sell stink bombs ar are they banned? Is there any truth in the rumour that it is a derivative of mustard gas?
Stink Bomb The act of giving someone a Stink Bomb involves quite an elaborate scheme. First, you wear the same pair of underwear for at least two weeks straight. It is important that during this period you do alot of aerobic exercises to really get your stinky-arse juices flowing. Also remember, the longer you wear them, the stinkier the bomb. Next, you choose a victim. Your mortal enemy is usually a good target, but anyone will work. Finally, you wait until the victim is at their most vulnerable (during sleep is always a good time) and rub the soiled underwear all other their mouth and nose.
Some **** was always letting one off in the classroom or the corridor Those were the days of our lives
My mission (If I so wish to take it on) is to find out who invented the stink bomb. Well it's the 23rd after all. Games at work tomorrow.
My last day at school I bought a pack of three in glass phials.Our headmaster was an old Scots Presbyterian **** who loved to spank boys.An hour before his valedictory drone I slipped them all under the rubber mat on his lectern.The twat stood on the mat and opened his bible before the rising stench assaulted his nostrils.It was fackin meltdown.Talk about beelin'.They said everyone would stay until someone owned up.As it was a lone wolf job they had a long wait.
This has just reminded me of trip to Blackpool 10 years ago. One of my mates nipped in a joke shop before we left for home. He emerged from the shop with a can of fart gas and a ridiculous grin plastered across his face. Just before we got on the M55, we pulled up at a set of lights. When they'd been on red for a minute or so, he jumped out and marched 3 cars down the queue to a car full of young birds. He then proceeded to spray a generous dose of the gas through the car window, before running back to our car just as the lights changed. We could see the poor buggers coughing and spluttering in the rear view mirror. We used to call him Screech as he looked like the Jewish one in Saved By The Bell. And that's all I have to say about that.
