The lack of sleep and a brain that won't sleep turns out an evil plan

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  • Scott Liggett
    No Life Outside BangShift.com
    • Oct 2007
    • 21561

    #1

    The lack of sleep and a brain that won't sleep turns out an evil plan

    With the early morning wake ups for work, long hours, and a brain that seems to go into overdrive when I want to go to sleep; a plan evolved. An evil plan. As the week went along and brain still moving at 100 mph, every detail had been worked out.

    Don't worry, the evil plan is more an elaborate practical joke that can get dozens if not hundreds of unsuspecting victims.

    We all have seen, and smelled those christmas tree air fresheners. We all know people who have a dozen or more of these things in their cars. The smell of Vanilla, Pine, Strawberries, or Lemon can make your stomach turn. They use these things to cover up their lack of hygiene, chain smoking habits, or the interior of their cars resemble and smell like a dumpster behind the local fast food joint.

    My thought came once when friends and I in high school went on a spree of putting stinky, awful things in cars in the school parking lot. We got proficient of breaking into cars, and one of us had a nice slim jim. We never stole anything, just tossed dead fish under the seat or a dead cat in the trunk, and sometimes a bag full of dog shit in the glove box.

    Biut, now I want to be more devious and less obvious. I want combine the two wrongs into a crime wave of epic proportions.

    It starts by finding one of those companies that makes gag gifts. You know, like the ones who make woopie cushions and rubber dog crap. We'd get them to make copies of the Christmas tree air fresheners that look very similar, but not exact copies of the ones we find in parts stores and Walmart. This is necessary in order to keep Christmas Tree Air Freshener Company for suing instantly for copyright or something. But, these wouldn't smell pretty and frilly. Oh no, they would have horrible and disgusting smells instead.

    In order for these imposters to work, they couldn't smell horrible the second they are opened; or the gag would back flop right out of the gate. There would have to be coated with something that would keep the smell under wraps until a time after they were opened and hanging inside the car.The packaging would have to be air tight. I figure the coating would break down over a few days after being exposed to air. See, I told you I was thinking of every detail. After a few days, these holiday themed do-hickeys smell would turn from pine to armpit. Or, from vanilla to rotting flesh. Or, lemon drops to doggy droppings.

    People would be tearing apart their cars trying to figure out what crawled into their cars and died. They would be pulling their hair out wondering who played a mean prank on them. They would never suspect the horrid smell was coming from the little thing used to cover up horrid smells. We'd see the freeway full of people commuting to work with their heads out of the windows desperate for breathable air. People might even take more showers, put on clean socks, and maybe even clean the piles of garbage out of their cars.

    The second phase of my plan would be getting them into the stores. I think this would require a group of people working like they did in "Fight Club". Maybe, recruit employees of auto part's chains into the fold of evil. We have to replace the genuine article of pretty smells for the ones that would cause nightmares and vomit. We could buy dozens of the real ones from a store then return them the next day claiming they were no longer needed; but have been replaced by the stinky air fresheners. This could be nationwide. Worldwide. We could end up on No Fly Lists, Interpol lists, and on America's Most Wanted.

    After months of this plan, there would investigations, news stories, car recalls, and general panic in the streets. It would be great. No one would be safe. I bet Obama has one in the Presidential Limo to cover up his pot smoking. Yeah. Anarchy.

    Who's with me?
    Last edited by Scott Liggett; August 19, 2012, 11:06 PM.
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  • BigBlockMopar
    Superhero BangShifter
    • Nov 2007
    • 3498

    #2
    Need more sleep.
    You should make the stinky solution so that it will drip from the 'airfresher' only at night, so the carpet or console gets stinky, nnd not the airfresher. That way the smell is on a different spot.
    www.BigBlockMopar.com

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    • squirrel
      Benevolent Ruler of the Universe
      • Nov 2007
      • 19334

      #3
      Sounds good, I hope you get someone involved who knows how to pull it off
      My fabulous web page

      "If it don't go, chrome it!" --Stroker McGurk

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      • Thumpin455
        Legendary BangShifter
        • Jan 2010
        • 4753

        #4
        My mind builds cars, usually sleepers that look stock but haul ass, when it wont go to sleep. I do not envy you Scott.

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        • Barry Donovan
          No Life Outside BangShift.com
          • Jul 2009
          • 16928

          #5
          the freshener could use the car and its insides to reverse eventually anyway.
          the goal of them is to fight the molecular level of the odor. just make it so the frshener is thiefing as it is giving pleasant, then it fills itself and starts giving away..
          but wait, they do that now. what are you inventing?

          I actually still use the cat dealer frsheners thay give to customers. does something with carbon. the make believe world of car parts still does not think at a million mile scale.
          Previously boxer3main
          the death rate and fairy tales cannot kill the nature left behind.

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          • pdub
            Colonel Turd Nugget
            • Oct 2009
            • 24542

            #6
            The mysterious odor is a pretty good gig, if you play it right....

            She spent the first day packing her belongings into boxes, crates and suitcases.
            On the second day, she had the movers come and collect her things.
            On the third day, she sat down for the last time at their beautiful dining room table by candlelight, put on some soft background music, and feasted on a pound of shrimp, a jar of caviar, and a bottle of Chardonnay.
            When she had finished, she went into each and every room and deposited a few half-eaten shrimp shells, dipped in caviar, into the hollow of the curtain rods. She then cleaned up the kitchen and left.
            When the husband returned with his new girlfriend, all was bliss for the first few days. Then slowly, the house began to smell. They tried everything; cleaning and mopping and airing the place out. Vents were checked for dead rodents, and carpets were steam cleaned. Air fresheners were hung everywhere. Exterminators were brought in to set off gas canisters, during which they had to move out for a few days, and in the end they even paid to replace the expensive wool carpeting.
            Nothing worked. People stopped coming over to visit...
            Repairmen refused to work in the house...
            The maid quit...
            Finally, they could not take the stench any longer and decided to move.
            A month later, even though they had cut their price in half, they could not find a buyer for their stinky house. Word got out, and eventually, even the local realtors refused to return their calls.
            Finally, they had to borrow a huge sum of money from the bank to purchase a new place.
            The ex-wife called the man, and asked how things were going. He told her the saga of the rotting house. She listened politely, and said that she missed her old home terribly, and would be willing to reduce her divorce settlement in exchange for getting the house back...
            Knowing his ex-wife had no idea how bad the smell was he agreed on price that was about 1/10th of what the house had been worth...But only if she were to sign the papers that very day. She agreed, and within the hour, his lawyers delivered the paperwork.
            A week later, the man and his new girlfriend stood smirking as they watched the moving company pack everything to take to their new home...
            ...including the curtain rods.
            I LOVE A HAPPY ENDING, DON'T YOU
            Charter member of the Turd Nuggets

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            • tedly
              Legendary BangShifter
              • May 2009
              • 8046

              #7
              Interesting... The hardest part would be figuring out the delayed reaction stench. I wonder how you'd go about that?
              I'm probably wrong

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              • oldsman71
                Superhero BangShifter
                • Jun 2008
                • 3246

                #8
                Originally posted by peewee View Post
                The mysterious odor is a pretty good gig, if you play it right....

                She spent the first day packing her belongings into boxes, crates and suitcases.
                On the second day, she had the movers come and collect her things.
                On the third day, she sat down for the last time at their beautiful dining room table by candlelight, put on some soft background music, and feasted on a pound of shrimp, a jar of caviar, and a bottle of Chardonnay.
                When she had finished, she went into each and every room and deposited a few half-eaten shrimp shells, dipped in caviar, into the hollow of the curtain rods. She then cleaned up the kitchen and left.
                When the husband returned with his new girlfriend, all was bliss for the first few days. Then slowly, the house began to smell. They tried everything; cleaning and mopping and airing the place out. Vents were checked for dead rodents, and carpets were steam cleaned. Air fresheners were hung everywhere. Exterminators were brought in to set off gas canisters, during which they had to move out for a few days, and in the end they even paid to replace the expensive wool carpeting.
                Nothing worked. People stopped coming over to visit...
                Repairmen refused to work in the house...
                The maid quit...
                Finally, they could not take the stench any longer and decided to move.
                A month later, even though they had cut their price in half, they could not find a buyer for their stinky house. Word got out, and eventually, even the local realtors refused to return their calls.
                Finally, they had to borrow a huge sum of money from the bank to purchase a new place.
                The ex-wife called the man, and asked how things were going. He told her the saga of the rotting house. She listened politely, and said that she missed her old home terribly, and would be willing to reduce her divorce settlement in exchange for getting the house back...
                Knowing his ex-wife had no idea how bad the smell was he agreed on price that was about 1/10th of what the house had been worth...But only if she were to sign the papers that very day. She agreed, and within the hour, his lawyers delivered the paperwork.
                A week later, the man and his new girlfriend stood smirking as they watched the moving company pack everything to take to their new home...
                ...including the curtain rods.
                I LOVE A HAPPY ENDING, DON'T YOU
                Funny stuff Pdub
                COBEY..... franklin, kansas

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                • oldsman71
                  Superhero BangShifter
                  • Jun 2008
                  • 3246

                  #9
                  I too have thought of evil stuff like that but ushally with an intended victim!! have done some crappy things in the past too!
                  now just fleeting thoughts until the next shiny thing makes me forget what i was thinking about before, ah what was i saying........
                  COBEY..... franklin, kansas

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                  • antmnte
                    Legendary BangShifter
                    • Dec 2007
                    • 5010

                    #10
                    No problem finding something that disappears shortly ,just use the stuff they use on the real "Little Trees" they last about half a day.I used to hang about a dozen Strawberry in my car years ago,chicks liked it! Then you can get just what makes up the paper to smell like horse shit or swamp ass or whatever.

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                    • Deaf Bob
                      No Life Outside BangShift.com
                      • Feb 2012
                      • 19255

                      #11
                      There is a fish joke among us derby folk.. Usually derby during the hot weather... Someone will go around, dropping fish in cars while the guys are getting their trophies... Alot of us just drop the cars at our shops or driveways and immediately shift into family life/working... Days go by... Sniff sniff, wtf is thaaat...

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                      • Scott Liggett
                        No Life Outside BangShift.com
                        • Oct 2007
                        • 21561

                        #12
                        Originally posted by Thumpin455 View Post
                        My mind builds cars, usually sleepers that look stock but haul ass, when it wont go to sleep. I do not envy you Scott.
                        I do the same. I plan every step, list every tool needed. I go over and over the build in my mind many times before I ever pick up a tool. Of course, it never, ever goes as I planned.
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                        • STINEY
                          Dirt Path Taker
                          • Dec 2007
                          • 8613

                          #13
                          Skip all the junior high stuff.............

                          And go straight to rotten wheat, or rotten soybean. That's the Pro's turf.
                          Of all the paths you take in life - make sure a few of them are dirt.

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                          • milner351
                            No Life Outside BangShift.com
                            • Nov 2007
                            • 16033

                            #14
                            Rotten corn sileage aint exactly rosy - and some of the worst smells I've ever come across were in a brewery, then there's sugar beets.
                            There's always something new to learn.

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                            • moparmaniac07
                              Superhero BangShifter
                              • Mar 2009
                              • 1233

                              #15
                              Personally, I find rotten potatoes to be the worst smell I've had to deal with.

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