"I play pranks on telemarketers all the time, too."
haha. do share!
Usually, I pretend I know them. Like, if the telemarketer is saying, "Hello, it's Richard from State Farm, and--" and I'll pick up the phone and yell, "RICHIE! I'd know your voice anywhere! Remember me? From high school?" And I'll start trying to have a conversation with them. Sometimes, if they say, "Can I speak to your father," I'll say, "What are you talking about, I AM [my dad's name]" and they apologize profusely and say, "Sorry, sir." (I'm a girl.)
But one time, my usual pretending-to-know the telemarketer thing backfired. Because several years ago, one of my best friends who I've know since kindergarten has an extremely common name, and we once got a telemarketer with the same name as him. And this friend's voice had been changing rapidly at the time, so every time I talked to him, he sounded different. And... I assumed the telemarketer was him, and it was horribly embarrassing. Two of my other friends got the same telemarketer that week... I feel sorry for the poor telemarketer, who had so many teenage girls trying to strike up a conversation with him.
Semen is protien, so it should actually be good for her hair, but I've always enjoyed switching the conditioner for Nair.
And, yes, I’ve done that, as well.
TheatreDiva, I will be having nightmares tonight.
And disturbingly, the nightmares will be about the Nair rather than the semen. Somehow, I can deal with having bodily fluids in my hair as long as I *have* hair.
Random story-
One day like a year ago or something I wanted to nair up my legs but then forgot I ever did so after it being on me for like half an hour it ended up burning hole through my skin.
It's called a vagina.
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