an old housemate of ours was trying to sell his old GT frame via a German forum.
i found the advert and emailed him asking him how the frame fitted; inside leg, stand over, reach. that nicht he comes knocking and asks if he can borrow my tape measure.
told other housemate about this and he writes to the guy asking whether a child seat can be fitted.
a day or two later i ask for photos of him on the bike, specifically his crotch over the top tube. mate comes knocking asking if i can take some photos for him.
other housemate emails him a picture of a ringed child seat taken at a car boot sale amongst 20 other childseats. when asking for a closer picture he zooms 20x and sends a pixelated picutre. he also always spells the guys unusual name wrong.
our mate's response was always so polite regardless of how bizarre the questions were.
after a week or two all our housemates/mates were aware of the wind-up. we would sit in our kitchen emailing him some bizarre request and ten minutes later he would come over and show us his bizarre email... each of us trying ever so hard not to let on.
this went on for a good six weeks. we had built up a massive collection of emails, pictures of his crotch, child seats and strangly a picture of Borat (i said he resembled Borat after one of his photo sessions). with his birthday coming up we put all of these into a book and left it lying around at his birthday party. his face when he clocked it was truely priceless...
i could dig the file out somewhere, but it's in german so not sure if you'd get it.
again, the same guy....
he used to live in our house, No. 6, but had moved with his GF and kid further down the road to No. 16. he had been away to his aunts and had forgotten his clippers there. now he used to use his clippers to shave his chest ( :?:). anyway, his auntie sends him his clippers, but uses his old address and his package arrives at our place. i go downstairs and collect it from the postman and then inform my housemate (the one that was in on the frame) that this parcel had arrived. we ran upstairs to the kitchen, carefully opened the package, removed the razor and proceeded to fill it with last nights dinner; rice, paprika, half an onion, a sauce sachet and a fork. we resealed the box and left it on the side. that night he comes over and another housemate gives him the package. happy, he dashes home thinking that he can finally shave. he opens the box to find the healthy meal we had prepared. now the best bit was that unbekonwn to us his grandma and another aunt suffered from dementia.... he phones his mum to ask if her sister is "ok" and relays the contents of the box to her. she then relays it to other family members. luckily before he phoned his aunt his GF clocked that the parcel had been at ours all day....