You see, I've played an April Fools Day joke on my brother, Zach, every year for 17 years. He's a senior at Vanderbilt University. I flew out here to surprise--and prank--him. His roommate, Craig, was in on the joke. He picked me up from the airport and took me to their house. I hid outside in the bushes w/ air-horn in hand. Craig went inside and told Zach he thought he saw someone messing with his car. Zach came running outside. I blasted the airhorn.
That's what it sounded like. A pathetic, tiny... merp. Not unlike a wounded small animal. Like the noise Mary Poppins made when I accidentally rolled over on her in bed. Damn discount store air-horn. Evil bargain swag.
Instead of being scared shitless, Zach was confused. He paused, cocked his head and squinted. I jumped out of the bushes. Ohhhhmygawwwd, the look on his face was PRICELESS. He seriously couldn't register what was happening. It was shock and confusion and just total spaced-out craziness. Mission accomplished.
Then we partied.
He's a bit of a jackass, my brother. I'm quite crazy about him.
This promises to be a fab weekend. Naturally, trip notes will be provided.
Happy April Fools Day. Do something stupid to your favorite jackass today.