When living with my parents a few years ago we had about 8 people who had to share the 1 shower throughout the week. Somehow a little plastic jesus figure ended up in the washroom and it was an unwritten code that if you found jesus you would find a new spot to hide him. He often ended up peeking on people as they showered.
When the first Funko pops came out I got my husband one of the Bumble from the Rudolph cartoon. (He collects Bumbles.) Somehow we ended up in a situation where we each started hiding the Bumble in various weird places all over the house for each other to find. He finally won by hiding it behind my shampoo bottle in the shower and scaring me to death. (I have really bad eyesight.) I stopped the game at that point before anyone got hurt.
My father (rip you brilliant bastard) did this to me with clowns and the worst dolls the 50’s offered with my brother. Brothers retaliation was to replace family photos with other random photos…it would take him weeks to catch on.
The best was in his car they gave him for school. Got broken into and after that he found the doll my dad left him in the trunk…creeped the thieves out and they left it be…as one does.
When living with my parents a few years ago we had about 8 people who had to share the 1 shower throughout the week. Somehow a little plastic jesus figure ended up in the washroom and it was an unwritten code that if you found jesus you would find a new spot to hide him. He often ended up peeking on people as they showered.
You found jesus has a whole new meaning now
A MUCH better one IMO.
When the first Funko pops came out I got my husband one of the Bumble from the Rudolph cartoon. (He collects Bumbles.) Somehow we ended up in a situation where we each started hiding the Bumble in various weird places all over the house for each other to find. He finally won by hiding it behind my shampoo bottle in the shower and scaring me to death. (I have really bad eyesight.) I stopped the game at that point before anyone got hurt.
My dad and I did this in my teens with a plastic figure of that goofy black cat from Trigun. We kept it up for years all over the house.
My father (rip you brilliant bastard) did this to me with clowns and the worst dolls the 50’s offered with my brother. Brothers retaliation was to replace family photos with other random photos…it would take him weeks to catch on.
The best was in his car they gave him for school. Got broken into and after that he found the doll my dad left him in the trunk…creeped the thieves out and they left it be…as one does.
There was a camera in Jesus, and it was no accident.
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