Any Questions?
I suppose this isn't really "trolling," in the true sense of the word, as it was done In Real Life and without any malice. It is, more accurately a Facetious Man being Facetious, but I thought I'd share it with you anyway.

A good friend of mine used to work for a high street bank, which meant that, every so often, they'd put a sign in the door which read "Branch closed for Staff Training," and take their employees into one of the meeting rooms to regurgitate marketing platitudes and corporate horse-shit at them for anywhere up to eight hours.

On one such day, the management-type running the training session introduced himself and began by encouraging dialogue between the trainees and their trainer.
"If there's anything you don't understand," he told them, "please don't hesitate to ask. Remember: there's no such thing as a stupid question."

What he should have realised is that saying "there's no such thing as a stupid question" to someone with a slightly mischevious sense of humour has an effect analogous to waving a crimson handkerchief at a male bovine. My friend is just one such person and immediately found himself having to suppress a swelling urge to fling his hand in the air and demand to know what colour the sky was, whether it was possible to buy stripy paint or elbow grease or whether Prince Harry was really Prince Charles' son.

And so the session trotted on, producing the aforementioned corporate horse-shit at the same sort of pace that horses achieve whereby they can walk and defecate at the same time. Some of the employees lapped it up, others fell asleep. My friend grew increasingly bored. Between each section of the course, the manager would ask whether there were any questions. When he, predictably, got little to no response, he reiterated the schoolteacher's adage,
"There's no such thing as a stupid question."

Later in the day, one section of the course did actually prompt a question. My friend spotted something which, he felt, should have been quite elementary, but seemed a little confusing. At an appropriate pause in the proceedings, he raised his hand.
"Ok, this might be a daft question, but --," and he was swiftly interrupted
"Now now, remember, there's no such thing as a stupid question."

At this point, he decided he had restrained himself long enough, deferred his original question and rose to the challenge:
"Are these my trousers?"

The manager had to concede that actually, yes, that was a stupid question.
(LongJohnBaldry, Tue 24 May 2011, 10:55, 2 replies)

the correct answer to anyone asking "any questions?" is "where do babies come from?"
That's what I learned in school.
( monkeyboyalpha jumping on the bandwagon since, Tue 24 May 2011, 11:03, closed)

At school
When a certain chemistry teacher would ask if there was any questions, I'd ask if it was true that you could get appendicitis from swallowing some chewing gum.
But click for this story, it made me giggle like giggly giggle girl.
(Alaning, Wed 25 May 2011, 16:18, closed)