We were hanging out at one of my friend's houses when we decided to order pizza. After scouring the house for coupons and throwing all the loose change we had into a bucket we decided that there was no way we were walking all the way downstairs to answer the door.
Fortunetly this house had a balcony over the front door so when the pizza dude arrived most of us hid, giggling like four-year-old girls, while someone went out on to the balcony and put on their weirdest voice "Sorrrrrrry.... I can't c-c-c-come down rrrright now so I put the money in this bu-bucket." He then lowered down the money, coupons and a copy of some low-rate porno magazine in the bucket with a piece of rope.
"Where do you want the pizzas, man?" said the smirking pizzadude to which our man replied "Ohh.. oh... don't worry, mate. Put them in this" and down went our expertly engineered, patented "Gym-Bag with rope attached". We hauled them back up and then relaxed with our pizzaz, assured that Mr. Pizzadude would have story to tell when he got back to work.
He didn't touch the porno mag, by the way. I could never work out why...
