Mimsicle wrote: Oooh, I LOVE cardboard boxes. Whenever we get cardboard boxes, I like to sit in them for a while. I had one with a face space until yesterday. Sometimes i wear it, with just my face showing through the specially cut face space.
the box that my armchair came in was the best. i sat in that for hours.
haha. Once, my mother was getting a new fridge freezer delivered whilst she was at work, so I went to her house to let the delivery guys in. i sad I'd then post the spare keys through the letter box.
So, when they delivered it, they moved it and set it up, but left the giant 6 ft tall box.
I locked the door from the inside, put the keys on the floor as if they'd been pushed through the latter box, and then, naturally, stood under the box.
I waited for my mother to return. heard her bustling around, come into kitchen, make a cup of tea, look in cupboards. Finally I hear her pull out a kitchen chair and sit at the table, and I can hear the pages of the newspaper. She is doing the crossword.
3 or 4 minutes later RAAARGHHHHH giant jumping box.
I think I almost killed her.
Boxes, eh?!
This is the cutest, maddest thing ever 
When I worked at Canterbury, I used to play very minor, probably very annoying pranks on the accounting bloke upstairs when bored. Taking the ink out of his pen, emptying his stapler, that kind of thing. Then, one day, we were left with a massive box, maybe 5 and a half feet high, that we didn't need.
Naturally, I took the empty box, struggling and panting, up to his office, and put it in the corner, explaining that sorry, we're out of space in the storage, it'll be gone by tomorrow, hope it's not a problem, etc.
Then when he was on a break, snuck back upstairs, climbed inside it, and waited, stifling sniggles.
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