@ Bloodline
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That one had me laughing a lot.
Speaking of nasty socks, when I was at boarding school I had a problem with one of my room-mates. He would let out the most vile farts right there in the room and it was dreadful. Anyway he wouldn't change this behaviour so I set about getting my revenge. There was a squash court at the school and I played several afternoons one week without changing my socks. By the Friday these socks had their own pulse and were nicely 'animated'.
When the guy went to see if there was any mail for him in the dorm-master's office I unfastened the press-studs of his duvet cover and stuffed one sock right in the bottom of the cover. The other one I stuffed in his pillowcase.
Now you might think it was unwise for me to hide the second sock in the pillowcase where it would surely be found within ten minutes. But...that was exactly the reason I did it. He found the sock in the pillowcase, almost puked, and threw it away. Yet over the next two days the smell lingered around his bed.
"Don't worry," I said, "it's just the smell of that sock lingering on. Get some air freshener, mate."
It took a few days for him to realise that there was another sock and it was in his duvet cover. The farting was much reduced after that :-)
