Props to the Meadowood boys. Triple props in fact.
Six months ago we Mapleridge girls decided it was time to bring back the old-school business of pranking. None of us had pranked since Bible school days and we were feeling the urge. The Meadowood house is a group of four of our closest male friends. They made for easy targets.
We knew they would be out of town one weekend. We convinced dear sweet Ben that we wanted to pull a prank on Garry only (this was not a lie at the time). So dear sweet Ben left us his house key. When we got inside we realized our original prank was not going to work so we had to come with plan B. So we turned their kitchen into a beach. Complete with an inflatable palm tree. And gold fish in a blow up pool. And in their kitchen sink. And we took a picture of us three on the beach and saved it as the desktop picture on every computer we could find. Oh and we had the Beach Boys CD blaring for when they got home. It was classic. This is what it looked like.
We have waited nervously for six months. I had visions of dead goldfish turning up in random places.
Tonight at 10:03 our doorbell rang. Alicia opened the door, quickly slammed it shut and said, "There are chickens at our door."
What?! Uh huh. Three chickens between our screen door and inside door. Alive. Wearing diapers. Pecking at the door. Pooping. Chickens.
Thankfully the culprits were still hanging around, watching and laughing at us as all three of us jumped off our balcony to get outside, because there was no way we were opening the door from the inside. They took the chickens away for us (I don't even want to think about what's going to happen to the poor things). But they left the poopy diapers. And a basket full of decorated eggs. And a CD of the Chicken Dance song.
Apparently Barbara foiled their original plan. We were all supposed to be gone this afternoon and the boys were going to break into our house, put poly down in our kitchen and leave the chickens in there. Which would have been extra hilarious. Alas, Barbara was home and thus saved us a different sort of mess.
Hilarious, cute prank. The kind we like. Good for more than a few laughs.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Punk'd
Posted by Dana at 10:37 PM
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When I start chuckling at random times at work tomorrow.. I'm going to have to explain. And then nobody will understand. I might just be having dreams involving chickens tonight. Seriously, who else would think of bring chickens to the city just to get us back??
my goodness.
that's amazing.
i need to move out with roommates and a friend house of boys.
ps. the diapers kill me. it's the best thing i've ever seen.
yes but they didn't exactly work. One of the little buggers got out of hers and we have runny chicken poo on our front step.
comment number 3.
in an attempt to avoid facebook, though i was just on it.
the mix cd you requested is done. it was much more fun making that than doing my school work. cheers!
I'm alive, i'm not on here much. I'm surviving, but life is so over-the-edge $#!TTY right now i don't have much to say. the move went great! if you're ever around give me a call and you can come check it out.
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