Rimbaud III wrote:Related:
When I used to work in a cinema, we would poke a straw through the centre of a hot dog, fill it with salt, replace the meaty ends and put it back on the rack until some unsuspecting member of staff sold this on to some unsuspecting member of the public. We were dicks. Actually, we were superdicks. But when you're bored and irresponsible, this kind of dickishness makes your slaaaaaaaaackkkkkker job made your day.
Anyway, on one occasion I did the same thing, only this time I sucked up some of the molten cheese that was more commonly slathered over the top of nachos and blew in down straight into a dog's hole. I plugged up the ends and ate it.
It was nice. It was nice because it was CLEAN. This thread has got me thinking about that, and what I'm thinking about now is taking some strong, stinky cheese and pumping that into a dog.
Cream cheese? CRAP. I need something that makes me feel alive.
We never booby trapped anyone's food at the theater I worked at. But we did make some very odd, but very good concoctions:
Mustard on popcorn? Good.
Milkduds in popcorn? No good.
We did mix peach Parrot Ice--some budget fruit slurpee knockoff--with Dr. Pepper. It made this tremendous foam that remained atop the cup. So we called it Skin Cola. It was awesome.