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Spousal Punking
Apr. 2nd, 2004 10:44 amSeeing as how yesterday was April Fool's Day, King and I set to punking each other. His was better than mine, because he got me to believe something very unlikely and I was disappointed it wasn't true, whereas I got him to believe something very likely, and he was relieved.
Mine: to make him think he'd split out the seat of his pants when he was already at work. I might've gotten it as far as getting him back in the car and to the exit gate for a ride home for fresh ones; or as far as convincing him to walk the whole way to his office holding his satchel nonchalantly over his ass before calling him on the cell, but when he hung his head and snorted in disgust as his wardrobe malfunction, I knew I was losing it and let him off the hook.
His: Comes running into my room at 9PM saying the moon's been hit. One of my favorite astronomical stories ever is an 1178 account of the moon being struck by a meteor: "the upper horn of the bright, new crescent Moon 'suddenly split in two. From the midpoint of this division a flaming torch sprang up, spewing out... fire, hot coals and sparks... The body of the Moon, which was below writhed... throbbed like a wounded snake.'" , so I totally buy this. He's yelling at me to get my camera and turn on the news, any news, it news!
I go to my TV, plug the cable box back in, and as I'm looking for a network channel, he admits he punked me.
I really wanted it to be true. Even though I knew it would make the endtimers go all apeshit, IT WOULD BE SO COOL.
Mine: to make him think he'd split out the seat of his pants when he was already at work. I might've gotten it as far as getting him back in the car and to the exit gate for a ride home for fresh ones; or as far as convincing him to walk the whole way to his office holding his satchel nonchalantly over his ass before calling him on the cell, but when he hung his head and snorted in disgust as his wardrobe malfunction, I knew I was losing it and let him off the hook.
His: Comes running into my room at 9PM saying the moon's been hit. One of my favorite astronomical stories ever is an 1178 account of the moon being struck by a meteor: "the upper horn of the bright, new crescent Moon 'suddenly split in two. From the midpoint of this division a flaming torch sprang up, spewing out... fire, hot coals and sparks... The body of the Moon, which was below writhed... throbbed like a wounded snake.'" , so I totally buy this. He's yelling at me to get my camera and turn on the news, any news, it news!
I go to my TV, plug the cable box back in, and as I'm looking for a network channel, he admits he punked me.
I really wanted it to be true. Even though I knew it would make the endtimers go all apeshit, IT WOULD BE SO COOL.
