When Practical Jokes Go Bad
cats, Fun March 29th, 2008Among the qualities I wish I was blessed with is the ability to tell jokes. Can’t do it. I’d have to read from a card to get it right, and somehow I think cue cards detract from the hilarity, don’t you think?
“A duck, a nun and a priest walk into a bar…” Wait, wait! “It was a dog, a nun and a priest.” Oh, poo! That’s not it! Let me check my cards. Yeah, real smooth.
I’m a little better at practical jokes. I once kidnapped a Chia Pet Turtle from an office I used to work in, took pictures of it — blindfolded — and then sent pictures back to my officemates with a ransom note that I had a friend mail from out-of-state while she was visiting family. The note was made from letters I cut out from magazines and newspapers and was signed “The CLA” (Chia Liberation Army). Ahhh, good times.
The last joke I tried to play was on my husband, Dave. My niece gave me a stuffed black cat that looked like our kitty Shadow. Attempting to scare up some fun, I put it in Dave’s car, attached to the steering wheel. He usually leaves for work fairly bleary-eyed, and I thought it might be fun to give him a heart attack. It didn’t. He thought I was lame, but gave me an “A” for effort.
A few days went by and I thought I’d try to scare him again by sticking the cat in the dinnerware cupboard. He went in for a plate that night, gave me a weak shoulder shrug and blessed my little heart for trying.
I gave up my quest to scare him with the cat, forgot all about it, then came home to find this when I went to heat something for dinner.
Don’t do this to someone you love because they just might die on you.
When I opened the door and found the cat in the microwave, I let out the kind of scream that comes from deep within. A scream that surprises you because you never knew you could make that sound. A scream that is followed by a punch to the husband.
My heart did not stop beating fast for about five minutes. There were no laughs. I was mad at Dave for a day. Yeah, I love a good practical joke. Except when it’s played on me.
Anyone pull off a Class A stunt and not get punched for it? I need some recommendations because I haven’t gotten back at Dave yet.
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May 18th, 2009 at 5:03 am
Got to your site via a Yahoo link while searching for supercars! Glad I stumbled upon it.
October 14th, 2009 at 2:58 pm
I think you should scare him by telling him that yes, you have in fact finally caved and signed up with the Neilson people. Wire up your TV and watch the hilarity ensue!
January 13th, 2010 at 1:18 pm
Ha! Good one Dave!!! (and good joke, Regan!)
February 8th, 2010 at 3:25 pm
For the first time in my life, I wish I had a cat.
February 10th, 2010 at 3:49 pm
Busby — Generally, the madder your wife gets, the better the prank!
March 2nd, 2010 at 11:11 am
here’s a really simple one to play on your husband…and there’s no way he can turn it on you… purchase a pregnancy test, put the lines on it (or whatever) that indicates a positive result… leave it on the bathroom counter or back of the toilet.
March 17th, 2010 at 3:06 am
Thanks for the , I’ll keep checking back for more stuff, bookmarked!
April 30th, 2010 at 6:53 pm
This is funny. I found a site called http://www.twssmoments.com that is about that’s what she said jokes. You can post your own stories or just read the stories. The site is really funny.
June 6th, 2010 at 7:55 pm
Kathy,
In the shower, tape some of the colored bath tablets that kids use to have bathtime fun to the shower head (or better yet get it inside the head. When the water hits it it will turn the color of the tab. Should freak him out.
June 8th, 2010 at 11:25 am
Got to your site via a Yahoo link while searching for supercars! Glad I stumbled upon it.