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Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Pranks.

I wish I was better at pranks. I think they're delightful. I also feel like a grandmother writing that out, but whatever. My grandmas are cool so I'll take the comparison. I haven't pulled many pranks in my life because I have trouble thinking of good ones that won't physically/emotionally harm the prankee, but here are a few:


1. Well, there was the turtlecall. Not sure if that counts though. You know, since I paid someone to do the actual pranking.
2. When I worked at Vanguard University, there were a couple of crazy guys in the Undergraduate Admissions Office. (I was in Graduate Admissions. Yes, that did make me superior, thanks for noticing.) They tended to tease me like I was their little sister (even though I was older than one of them), so I decided to get them back by writing on their cars. On one, I wrote "Follow me to the Ren Faire! Huzzah!" and on the other I wrote "Clay, you're MY American Idol!" I hope people judged them accordingly. Unfortunately I'm not entirely sure how that prank went since they were masters of pretending that nothing had happened.
3. The clock. This also doesn't really count since I feel like Jeff and Mikkele started it, but I have participated. Oh how I've participated. Here's the "short" version of the journey of the clock:
  • I received clock as a gift. It was very loud (sounded like a dying frog), so I gave it to Mikkele when I moved out of our apartment.
  • Jeff went to pick up some of my stuff from said apartment, and Mikkele insisted he take dying frog clock with him.
  • Jeff took the clock with him...and left it outside on Mikkele's car.
  • Mikkele brought the clock to me and Jeff's new apartment (Jeff's and my new apartment? mine and Jeff's? what is it, people?!) and secretly hid it in our bed.
  • We mailed the clock to Mikkele's workplace.
  • Mikkele baked the clock into a cake. (Still my personal favorite.)
  • We asked a friend who worked at Mikkele's grocery to put the clock in her bag next time she shopped there. Our friend failed miserably, lost the clock, and when he found it just brought it to her apartment.
  • Not knowing that our friend had failed miserably, we thought the clock was lost forever. Until it showed up in a random box of our stuff when we moved to Virginia.
  • We mailed the clock to Chicago, where one of Mikkele's best friends gave it to her as a gift when she visited.
  • Mikkele had a friend in Virginia put the clock in the prop box for one of Jeff's shows. Blew. Our. Minds.
  • We had a friend put the clock on a shelf in the hostel where Mikkele was serving in Amsterdam. By this time, the clock was obviously in shambles, and this friend had the brilliant idea of reassembling it. Blew. Mikkele's. Mind.
  • Clock in a cake! Yum?
  • Mikkele mailed it back to us in Virginia. (Please, someone comment on the lameness of the last return. Seriously. And feel free to email me with new ideas because I'm drawing a blank right now.)
Have any good pranks, Lobsters? Or any pranks that you tried that failed miserably?