I'm not a scam artist, but here's a trick I played back in high school to make an easy $30:
I found a fat freshman (there were plenty of them, hehe) and i bet him $30 that he couldn't eat a pack of 12 donuts at once. My mark easily took the bet, b/c he was confident in his eating ability. I used his confidence to exploit him big time.
After school, we went and bought a pack of those 12 powdered sugar white ones. (I made sure that we only got ones that were dry as a bone, you'll find out why in a second)
Anyway, he started eating the donuts. Now, these donuts were dry as a bone, so after about 8 or 9 of them, he wanted a drink. I told him that he could have as much water as he wanted. (suuucker!)
I knew that once he had as much water as he wanted to get rid of his thirst, he was f***ed--- the money was as good as mine b/c the donuts in his gut would swell up and there would be no way in hell he could finish the remaining donuts.
The kid paid up. And yes, i am devious as hell.
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Old aunts used to come up to me at weddings, poking me in the ribs and cackling, telling me, "You're next." They stopped after I started doing the same thing to them at funerals.
[This message has been edited by Pagewizard_YKS (edited June 18, 2004).]
I found a fat freshman (there were plenty of them, hehe) and i bet him $30 that he couldn't eat a pack of 12 donuts at once. My mark easily took the bet, b/c he was confident in his eating ability. I used his confidence to exploit him big time.
After school, we went and bought a pack of those 12 powdered sugar white ones. (I made sure that we only got ones that were dry as a bone, you'll find out why in a second)
Anyway, he started eating the donuts. Now, these donuts were dry as a bone, so after about 8 or 9 of them, he wanted a drink. I told him that he could have as much water as he wanted. (suuucker!)
I knew that once he had as much water as he wanted to get rid of his thirst, he was f***ed--- the money was as good as mine b/c the donuts in his gut would swell up and there would be no way in hell he could finish the remaining donuts.
The kid paid up. And yes, i am devious as hell.
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Old aunts used to come up to me at weddings, poking me in the ribs and cackling, telling me, "You're next." They stopped after I started doing the same thing to them at funerals.
[This message has been edited by Pagewizard_YKS (edited June 18, 2004).]