I admit to nothing.

So, yesterday I posted that people could throw out topics to me and I'd see about writing something on said subject. For today's topic, we can blame thank Kelli who wanted to know what the best practical joke I ever played was.

First off, Kelli, I am shocked and appalled that you would think that I would ever stoop so low as to play a practical joke on someone. That being said, the following did or did not happen. I admit to nothing.

College... Living in the dorms... Ah, good times... Some of you may remember me telling you about going to Westmont, a small Christian college that was pretty conservative. So many chances to get myself into trouble there... Adding a bottle of dish soap to the school fountain, giftwrapping a douche and putting it in the mailbox of a male friend, laying seige to a guys dorm after everyone else had left for Thanksgiving break... Of course I had to do something special with the very large pair of tighty-whities that I might or might not have found in there. One of the best parts of that last one was that they never figured out that it was me who did it, but paybacks went to a couple of girls that I wasn't too fond of. Hey, the horns are only there to keep the halo up.

But after thinking about it for a while, I remembered something else that happened after college. Again, I admit to nothing. But if something did happen, it would have gone something like this... After leaving Westmont, I decided to take some classes at the local community college. And what kind of class would a good Christian girl take that she couldn't have taken at Westmont? Human Sexuality, of course! And what an interesting book for that class! There was this one chapter on sex-change operations, complete with detailed pictures of before and after a surgery. Wanting to share this information, I decided to copy the pictures and made up a letter to send to a friend that had gone to Westmont with me. I wrote up a letter as if it had come from a sex-change clinic and he had requested information on having an operation. Pictures, descriptions, the whole shebang. Oh, and then I faxed it to his work. Yes, this was at a time when workplaces only had one fax machine that everyone shared. Good times... Can you believe that he still talks to me?

Maybe later I'll tell you about a prank that didn't happen, but really needed to. Hmmm... I wonder if it's too late to go back to my old college and pull it off...

Your life is funny. You know it is. So tell us about it! Life is Funny Carnival. Just do it.