Prank warfare was somewhat foreign to me. It seems like all of the go-to pranks were just a good story, never truly do-able in real life.
When I was younger,sleepovers carried the ever-present threat of bra freezing. Never mind that, for most of my slumber party years, I had no tangible need to wear a bra, let alone one so sophisticated that one would take it off to sleep, but where did this idea come from? Was the hope that, come morning, the little brother would go fishing for toaster strudels and be greeted by a frozen, upright set of hooters? Or did we just want to shame the girl with the biggest jugs by having to go home shivering, or even better, jigglin'? Seems like we didn't ever think that far forward beyond the threat; it was just funny to think about bras, and stealing one.
Lucky for me, my Jenss girls-department special (basically half an undershirt with a bra clip on back, for "learning") stayed firmly affixed to my flat chest with little purpose. But maybe any of you scorned early bloomers weren't so lucky.
There's also the prank of taking the heavy sleeper/fall-down drunk out of his bed and relocating him somewhere hilarious, like the middle of a pond or the drivers seat of a car. This one never really worked either. Though I don't have any friends suffering from narcolepsy, I've encountered some pretty heavy sleepers. And they wake up. Kicking. Ditto for the drunks, but they don't fight as hard. They just go along with wherever you're taking them, roll over groggily and say, "you guys are assholes." The glory of someone waking up, floating on a raft with no recollection of getting there, is a dream never realized for me. If someone has succeeded in this feat, please share.
Now, tissues. Tissues was a fun prank. Tissues was an invention of our own, and it was wonderful. Quite simple: you take a box of tissues. You bury the sleeping person in tissues. They wake up in a snowy dreamcloud. That is all.
But of course, we had already yanked all of the tissues out of the box, so we couldn't stop there. Then you take the tissues up to the second-floor balcony, turn on the ceiling fan, and it's a glorious wonderland of 2-ply confetti. (Save the disapproving wasteful head shaking, we re-used them afterward.) So if you ever came over with a cold, and we handed you a plastic grocery bag of Kleenex, now you know why.
...a prank warfare update:
When I was younger,sleepovers carried the ever-present threat of bra freezing. Never mind that, for most of my slumber party years, I had no tangible need to wear a bra, let alone one so sophisticated that one would take it off to sleep, but where did this idea come from? Was the hope that, come morning, the little brother would go fishing for toaster strudels and be greeted by a frozen, upright set of hooters? Or did we just want to shame the girl with the biggest jugs by having to go home shivering, or even better, jigglin'? Seems like we didn't ever think that far forward beyond the threat; it was just funny to think about bras, and stealing one.
Lucky for me, my Jenss girls-department special (basically half an undershirt with a bra clip on back, for "learning") stayed firmly affixed to my flat chest with little purpose. But maybe any of you scorned early bloomers weren't so lucky.
There's also the prank of taking the heavy sleeper/fall-down drunk out of his bed and relocating him somewhere hilarious, like the middle of a pond or the drivers seat of a car. This one never really worked either. Though I don't have any friends suffering from narcolepsy, I've encountered some pretty heavy sleepers. And they wake up. Kicking. Ditto for the drunks, but they don't fight as hard. They just go along with wherever you're taking them, roll over groggily and say, "you guys are assholes." The glory of someone waking up, floating on a raft with no recollection of getting there, is a dream never realized for me. If someone has succeeded in this feat, please share.
Now, tissues. Tissues was a fun prank. Tissues was an invention of our own, and it was wonderful. Quite simple: you take a box of tissues. You bury the sleeping person in tissues. They wake up in a snowy dreamcloud. That is all.
But of course, we had already yanked all of the tissues out of the box, so we couldn't stop there. Then you take the tissues up to the second-floor balcony, turn on the ceiling fan, and it's a glorious wonderland of 2-ply confetti. (Save the disapproving wasteful head shaking, we re-used them afterward.) So if you ever came over with a cold, and we handed you a plastic grocery bag of Kleenex, now you know why.
...a prank warfare update:
thanks, Jessica DW!
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