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I've got a lot of vaguely satanic imagery in my house. Nothing too on-the-nose, just enough to cause discomfort and suspicion in any visiting nutter.
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How do you mess with schizophrenic people?
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I sometimes tell bam her hair isnt as nice as it could be.
Also I find youtube schizos livestreaming and type "just drove past your house" in the chat.
Also I find youtube schizos livestreaming and type "just drove past your house" in the chat.
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"that guy keeps looking at you strangely"
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I usually just watch as NoBacon and Sue Lightning go back and forth for page after page.
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If they're an addict to social media, tell them "hey (social media site) keeps unsubscribing me from you automatically. Pretty fucked up."
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There's a wifi network where I'm at right now called dea surveillance. That would fuck me up pretty bad but I'm stronger than that for now
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That's pretty funny.
I can see the point of Airdrop now if you can call files things like "TI surveillance report", freak people out on the bus.
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There's an old folks' home near me and a halfway house for ex-cons, recovering substance abusers, and a handful of mentally ill wackos.
Nearby is a supermarket where sometimes these people cause real and unnecessary trouble--I yell to them "You dropped something" a la Club Soda Kenny for no real good reason.
Nearby is a supermarket where sometimes these people cause real and unnecessary trouble--I yell to them "You dropped something" a la Club Soda Kenny for no real good reason.
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Give them advice on how to deal with their invisible employees at the imaginary job site they are running.
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One of mine's called Listener, I've had neighbors ask about it, if it's mine. Of course it isnt.
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Smoke weed with them
I have lived in the same degenerate major city on the west coast for a decade now so I've had many shitty neighbors. One was an exmilitary schizo tweaker drug dealer that was nothing but trouble. He'd have lines of zombies going around the apartment complex looking to buy drugs from him. Anyway, when business would die down and his clientele would filter away I would stop by the Goodwill and buy a pair of walkie-talkies. I'd find an empty channel and quietly put the walkie-talkie by his window and head back to my apartment. I'd sit there giggling thinking of what to say. Sometimes I'd describe an item I'd seen him with that I know he'd stolen, like a really nice bike or something. "10-4 blue bicycle seen in apartment 14, over." Just stupid shit like that. I did that a few times.
Times have changed, but walkie-talkies were a great way to fuck with totally random people 15-20 years ago. At almost any time of day you could find people talking. Campgrounds were a goldmine. My favorite bit was trying to imitate one of the voices I heard, especially when they were trying to give directions or something.
Voice 1: Go right at the pool and then right again at the end of the gate. I'm standing right there by the big tree. You can't miss me, Josh.
Voice 2: Dad, I went right and there was no gate. It's a wall. I don't know what you mean. There's no tree.
ME: Would you just shut the fuck up and turn right, Josh? Matter of fact, turn your ass around. We're going home. What the fuck is wrong with you, boy?
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Voice 2: Hello?
Voice 1: Change the channel, Josh.
Times have changed, but walkie-talkies were a great way to fuck with totally random people 15-20 years ago. At almost any time of day you could find people talking. Campgrounds were a goldmine. My favorite bit was trying to imitate one of the voices I heard, especially when they were trying to give directions or something.
Voice 1: Go right at the pool and then right again at the end of the gate. I'm standing right there by the big tree. You can't miss me, Josh.
Voice 2: Dad, I went right and there was no gate. It's a wall. I don't know what you mean. There's no tree.
ME: Would you just shut the fuck up and turn right, Josh? Matter of fact, turn your ass around. We're going home. What the fuck is wrong with you, boy?
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Voice 2: Hello?
Voice 1: Change the channel, Josh.
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