(Please feel free to post communal pranks or pranks against individuals or responses to said pranks here! The only thing I ask is to keep it all in good fun as is the spirit of the celebration! Happy pranking!)
Early March 27, 2015
Twas late in the evening, or early in the morn that Lorent did so quietly stalk into the inn. All was quiet within save the crackle of the hearth, not a soul did stir the commons, not even the slorping stew. The man had been busy, away, and about stirring trouble in the theater, in the shadows, and with a certain desert exile. But busy as he may be there was one thing he had to do: celebrate this mystic holiday dedicated to fools!
What a wonderful concept! What a magnificent find! That the first of each April was dedicated to fools! But why save it for a day' Why make merry only once" Why not start early' Why not drag the ending out' And so Lorent had come when no one was about to kick off this week of merriment for pranksters and kick it off with a flop! Or perhaps it was a slop" Or a prop??
Taking care in his work he opened all the cushions, from every chair and couch around the fire to the lonely booths that lined about. And in each cushion did he push in a whoopee cushion of such fine quality and stout...no duds for this prank, not one in the lot! A subtle squeeze, a final check, and each assured cushion was closed and zipped right back up before tenderly returning them to their right places and right spots.
And when he was finished a mad grin did play wide! For who could not chuckle, could not chortle at the thought of the gaseous symphony about to begin! And so quiet like a mouse the hunter did so leave the commons of the quiet inn that would be quiet not for much longer!
Early March 27, 2015
Twas late in the evening, or early in the morn that Lorent did so quietly stalk into the inn. All was quiet within save the crackle of the hearth, not a soul did stir the commons, not even the slorping stew. The man had been busy, away, and about stirring trouble in the theater, in the shadows, and with a certain desert exile. But busy as he may be there was one thing he had to do: celebrate this mystic holiday dedicated to fools!
What a wonderful concept! What a magnificent find! That the first of each April was dedicated to fools! But why save it for a day' Why make merry only once" Why not start early' Why not drag the ending out' And so Lorent had come when no one was about to kick off this week of merriment for pranksters and kick it off with a flop! Or perhaps it was a slop" Or a prop??
Taking care in his work he opened all the cushions, from every chair and couch around the fire to the lonely booths that lined about. And in each cushion did he push in a whoopee cushion of such fine quality and stout...no duds for this prank, not one in the lot! A subtle squeeze, a final check, and each assured cushion was closed and zipped right back up before tenderly returning them to their right places and right spots.
And when he was finished a mad grin did play wide! For who could not chuckle, could not chortle at the thought of the gaseous symphony about to begin! And so quiet like a mouse the hunter did so leave the commons of the quiet inn that would be quiet not for much longer!