A stroke of genius on my part; this should prove that I am fully capable of taking over the world.

I played the best April Fool's day joke ever on Bill. Bill has two plastic roosters that crow (loudly, gratingly) whenever you pass them, and for months they were set up in front of the doors so he could hear people going in and out from the back of the shop. Eventually they got replaced with a beeping door alarm, but they still crow every time he turns the lights on and off in his office (and thus are still really annoying.)

So I stole his roosters, and left a note on his desk:

"Leave $10,000 in the graveyard at midnight or the chickens get it."

- and signed it with a picture of a dead chicken.

The next morning I (got up way too fucking early) and cooked two Cornish game hens with some potatoes. Dad gave me a ride and I snuck the baking dish into the shop (Carl had turned off the door alarm, so no one knew we were there) and left them on Bill's desk with a note:

"Muah ha ha. Revenge is mine!!!"

John and Bill got really worked up about it, and John finally stormed into the office, opened the baking dish, and was all, "There's your roosters, Bill."

Everyone had a good laugh and they all lived happily ever after.

Except for the roosters, who got eaten at lunchtime.

Go me.

A stroke of genius on my part; this should prove that I am fully capable of taking over the world.

I played the best April Fool's day joke ever on Bill. Bill has two plastic roosters that crow (loudly, gratingly) whenever you pass them, and for months they were set up in front of the doors so he could hear people going in and out from the back of the shop. Eventually they got replaced with a beeping door alarm, but they still crow every time he turns the lights on and off in his office (and thus are still really annoying.)

So I stole his roosters, and left a note on his desk:

"Leave $10,000 in the graveyard at midnight or the chickens get it."

- and signed it with a picture of a dead chicken.

The next morning I (got up way too fucking early) and cooked two Cornish game hens with some potatoes. Dad gave me a ride and I snuck the baking dish into the shop (Carl had turned off the door alarm, so no one knew we were there) and left them on Bill's desk with a note:

"Muah ha ha. Revenge is mine!!!"

John and Bill got really worked up about it, and John finally stormed into the office, opened the baking dish, and was all, "There's your roosters, Bill."

Everyone had a good laugh and they all lived happily ever after.

Except for the roosters, who got eaten at lunchtime.

Go me.