so i guess the jokes on me, there never was a hidden whistle.
The screaming maniac was low impact, 'cus the volume on the pc was way down low. So i just kept on looking for the damn whistle.
So would this be consider and internet joy-buzzer or whoopy cushion??
Yeah, baby! I got my kids, but good. Unfortunately, I was standing right next to them when they both screamed, and that scared me. Good thing I had clean laundry to change into. My wife laughed hysterically at the look on my 16yr old son’s face. She says he blanched, eyes bugged out, darting around for an escape route, and trembling. I got the yell in my ear standing right next to him. Then we all had a great laugh.
Tony
I am Sarah. I am six years old. I play a Hoover whistle. I am Byll’s daughter. When I recovered from flying into my ladybug tent behind me, my head was still spinning in surprise. You got me this time.
From Sarah.
[ This Message was edited by: Byll on 2002-03-10 16:35 ]
the whistle has morphed. This afternoon it has become a hidden scaffold spanner, wrench, set of darts, car keys. The more it gets round, the more it changes.
By the way, you made a complete arse out of me, screaming in front of my mates. Well done.