Nazi Nonsense

In attempt to generally have some fun at the expense of someone else, me and a friend decided to freak the fuck out of his housemate and have her believe he’s a crazy ex-nazi. Sure why wouldn’t you?

So let me set the scene, my friend JP lives in a very nice, yet very small apartment, and after his friend had to move out, he needed someone to move in. And of course went to the internet in a quick attempt to find a replacement. And he did, a girl named Carol, who lives there currently with him. I’m sure due to the circumstances he was a little concerned that perhaps he would end up living with some nut, or a bitch. But Carols actually really nice. She however, might start to question the decision to find a random guy on the net to live with when she slowly starts to unveil his secret violent Nazi past. That’s what happens when you find people online, they could be rapists or Nazis. Unlucky, Carol.

I’m sure the question would come to mind, why are we randomly gonna freak out this all round sound girl, whose never been anything but nice to us? Well maybe were bored, maybe were a just assholes, but in fairness, it has great potentional to be funny, and let’s hope when it’s all over, she’ll eventually talk to us again, from her no doubt boarded up bedroom. (also this blog will probably do good as insurance, to prove to her at some point, that this was all a joke, when she’s scared to go the bathroom in case he beats her to death)

So this idea all came about because of a tattoo JP has. He has a half sleeve down on his arm, and has made no secret of the fact that’s its there to cover up and old, shameful past secret. In fact it was just an incredibly bad tattoo from his youth, both hilarious in artistic style and meaning. I’m not allowed to discuss it, but when he relents and lets me, it will be another blog in itself complete with pictures. He never really tells people what the old tattoo was, mainly because it’s a general embarrassment, and he was an idiot to get it done in the first place. So carol casually asks one day what the old tattoo was, and he immediately makes it clear he’s not going to tell her. Understandably this sparks her curiosity and she asks a few more times, to which he repeatedly says no.

While telling me this one day, I suggested he should tell her it was something mad, just for a laugh. The reason I even suggested this, is cause he has a knack of telling completely outrageous and fabricated stories and just running with them, and he actually comes across fairly credible. I don’t know how we came to this, but while throwing around ideas we decided it would be funny to pretend the old tattoo was a swastika or some form of Nazi pride. Of course, they have lived together for a while now, so he wouldn’t outright say this to her. We decided we would slowly build up a foundation, dropping hints and suggestions to entice her to believe he has some sort of shady past with Nazis. By the end of it, she’s going to think he was a full on violent member of Nazi gang, who’s trying to reform his ways. Were trying to incorporate some kind ofsub plot to tie in myself. I’m going to feign no knowledge of this either, and when she finally knows the “truth” he’s going to tell her a story in which I was affected in my life by some kind of hate crime (the details of this have yet to worked out) and how she must never tell me, least I leave his life forever. We’ll see if she does. We decided to document this whole procedure, in order to see in writing how it builds up to her crying herself at sleep at night, knowing there’s only a wall separating her and an angry Nazi. More blog's to follow read on the see the first instalment for what will now be known as: The Nazi project.