Nov 8, 2006

My pal Wysteria, sent me this link. Funny stuff!!

I come from a long line of pranksters, we call it The Trickster in Sioux. My Dad, knowing company was coming, would, strategically place fake dog turds and vomit in shocking places. He loved a gut reaction. My teacher came to visit once and my Dad insisted she have some peanuts. Of course, it was a can of coiled snakes that jump out. It was our personal joke and we loved every minute. I have to say, I loved to play pranks but don't like them done to me anymore. So, I've curtailed my urges for the most part. But...Halloween comes around and something happens, I can't explain it and The Trickster takes over. Don't blame me!

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