Creative uses for duct tape.

[HilandDoug]

Has anyone here seen the Prom picture of the girl who duct taped her boobs to create cleavage, and then had her picture taken with friends with the tape showing? I'll try to post it, but if you'd like to see it, PM me! It's too funny!

[Scaramouche]

[quote]Originally posted by HilandDoug:
<strong>Has anyone here seen the Prom picture of the girl who duct taped her boobs to create cleavage, and then had her picture taken with friends with the tape showing? I'll try to post it, but if you'd like to see it, PM me! It's too funny! </strong><hr></blockquote>

What the heck are you doing with a picture like that, young man? That reminds me though! There's a scholarship that students can apply for that requires a couple to dress themselves only in duct tape and have a picture of them at their school's prom, or something like that. Is that freaky or what?!

Maybe it'd help to mention that the said scholarship was for some kind of duct tape company?

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[HilandDoug]

the picture was one of those that went around the internet a million times, much to the embarrasment of the young lady featured. I still have it because it's funny!

[Haze]

I have just discovered why I keep getting stones in my shoe - I have a small hole in the heel of one of my favourite trainers - if you pull the rubber back there is a hole through the fabric to the inside. Normally I would be heartbroken, and not know what do to with myself, and eventually go on a search for a new pair of cheap, comfortable, appropriately coloured trainers, however... (can anyone see where this is going...?)

[lochinvar]

When I was growing up in rural Indiana, it was always referred to as "hundred-mile-an-hour" tape. (Though it sounded more like "hunnerd-mile-narr" tape!) I never knew why.

I first heard it referred to as "duct" tape when I went away to college...

[Swordsman]

[quote]Originally posted by Scaramouche:
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What the heck are you doing with a picture like that, young man? [ 11-27-2001: Message edited by: Scaramouche ]</strong><hr></blockquote>


"Young man"? Scaramouche, how old are you? How old is our friend Doug here?

[HilandDoug]

I am old enough to know better, and younger than my girlfriend.

[Mergs]

Loch,

100 mph tape was green and held the Army togther when I was introduced to it. Same concept, but not nearly as good as duct tape. I was told it was called 100mph because it was supposed to hold things down in a 100mph wind (or truck going that fast!).

[Scaramouche]

[quote]Originally posted by Swordsman:
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"Young man"? Scaramouche, how old are you? How old is our friend Doug here?</strong><hr></blockquote>

I call everyone older than me "young man/woman" it doesn't matter! If I'm friends with them, they're gonna get the diminutive form of address. It's all a form of affection, like in Spanish! If your name were Paolo and you were my friend I'd call ya Paolito! So don't go correcting ME, young man!

[Moonitic]

In the 7 (almost 8) years I've known Doug, this is the first I've heard him called "young man." We're going to have to deflate his head to get him into our fencing venue, you know!

Anyway, a creative (but yet unused) way to use duct tape: Controlling unsupervised youth who do not know how to behave at fencing events. I have a few kids in mind, actually.

[Inquartata]

Here, here! ( Just make sure the venue is lawyer-free before you attempt this, though. )

[Moonitic]

Well...we have a lawyer that we fence with...but I don't think Chris would mind.

[HilandDoug]

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(that's the sound of my head deflating.)

[Inquartata]

Quick! Someone slap a duct-tape patch on it!

[arcon]

We have a few people that post in fantasyland that deserve a bit of duct tape placed above the chin and below the nose.

It also very helpful in repairing torn fencing gloves. You have to first tape a section of the tape on backwards or the sticky side will drive you crazy.

the arcon

[Inquartata]

[quote]Originally posted by arcon:
<strong>We have a few people that post in fantasyland that deserve a bit of duct tape placed above the chin and below the nose.</strong>

That is perhaps the best use mentioned for the stuff yet ( and not just for the malefactors of Fantasy Land, either! ).
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It also very helpful in repairing torn fencing gloves. You have to first tape a section of the tape on backwards or the sticky side will drive you crazy.

the arcon</strong><hr></blockquote>

Does that mean it would drive 355 sane, do you think?

[HilandDoug]

As soon as I saw the words "duct tape" in this story, I figured I had to share it with this board. This is an article submitted to a 1999 Louisville Sentinel contest to find out who had the wildest Christmas dinner. This won first prize.

Christmas with Louise

As a joke, my brother used to hang a pair of panty hose over his
fireplace before Christmas. He said all he wanted was for Santa to fill them. What
they say about Santa checking the list twice must be true because every
Christmas morning, although Jay's kids' stockings were overflowed, his
poor pantyhose hung sadly empty.

One year I decided to make his dream come true. I put on sunglasses and
went in search of an inflatable love doll. They don't sell those things
at Walmart. I had to go to an adult bookstore downtown. If you've never been in an
X-rated store, don't go. You'll only confuse yourself. I was there an
hour saying things like, "What does this do?" "You're kidding me!"
"Who would buy that?"

Finally, I made it to the inflatable doll section. I wanted to buy a
standard, uncomplicated doll that could also substitute as a passenger
in my truck so I could use the carpool lane during rush hour. Finding what
I wanted was difficult. Love dolls come in many different models. The top
of the line, according to the side of the box, could do things I'd only
seen in a book on animal husbandry.

I settled on "Lovable Louise." She was at the bottom of the price
scale. To call Louise a "doll" took a huge leap of imagination. On Christmas
Eve, with the help of an old bicycle pump, Louise came to life. My
sister-in-law was in on the plan and let me in during the wee morning
hours, long after Santa had come and gone, I filled the dangling
pantyhose with Louise's pliant legs and bottom. I also ate some cookies
and drank what remained of a glass of milk on a nearby tray. I went
home, and giggled for a couple of hours.

The next morning my brother called to say that Santa had been to his
house and left a present that had made him
VERY happy but had left the dog confused. She would bark, start to walk
away, then come back and bark some more.
We all agreed that Louise should remain in her panty hose so the rest of
the family could admire her when they came over for the traditional
Christmas dinner.

My grandmother noticed Louise the moment she walked in the door. "What
the hell is that?" she asked. My brother quickly explained, "It's a
doll."

"Who would play with something like that?" Granny snapped. I had several
candidates in mind, but kept my mouth shut. "Where are her clothes?"
Granny continued. "Boy, that turkey sure smells nice, Gran," Jay said, trying to steer her
into the dining room. But Granny was relentless. "Why doesn't she have
any teeth?" Again, I could have answered, but why would I? It was Christmas
and no one wanted to ride in the back of the ambulance saying, "Hang on Granny!
Hang on!"

My grandfather, a delightful old man with poor eyesight, sidled up to me
and said, "Hey, who's the naked gal by the fireplace?" I told him she
was Jay's friend. A few minutes later I noticed Grandpa by the mantel,
talking to Louise. Not just talking, but actually flirting. It was then that
we realized this might be Grandpa's last Christmas at home.

The dinner went well. We made the usual small talk about who had died,
Who was dying,and who should be killed, when suddenly Louise made a noise
that sounded a lot like my father in the bathroom in the morning. Then she
lurched from the panty hose, flew around the room twice, and fell in a
heap in front of the sofa.

The cat screamed. I passed cranberry sauce through my nose, and Grandpa
ran across the room, fell to his knees, and began administering mouth to
mouth resuscitation. My brother fell back over his chair and wet his
pants and Granny threw down her napkin, stomped out of the room, and sat in the
car.

It was indeed a Christmas to treasure and remember. Later in my mother's
garage, we conducted a thorough examination to decide the cause of
Louise's collapse. We discovered that Louise had suffered from a hot
Ember to the back of her right thigh. Fortunately, thanks to a wonder drug called
duct tape, we restored her to perfect health.

Louise went on to star in several bachelor party movies. I think Grandpa still calls her whenever he can get out of the house.


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[Mergs]

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[LeftyMutantChild]

Camping in an area with no plants, except for some scrawny grass, no smooth rocks, no sticks, and no snow, a couple friends of mine decided to use duct tape as toilet paper. I didn't want to pack the stuff with me, so I chose not to follow their rather sick example.

[peircer]

There was a party at college a few years ago where the theme was duct tape. A friend of mine made a dress out of the stuff.